Simple Gargantuan Appetite

Born to one tongue and tuneless,
Forced to reduce your music

To some echoes in your words
Used otherwise to converse,

You make do like a brown bear
Snatching salmon from the air

At the end of the season
When lives fling themselves upstream.

You catch the flashes you can,
End their lines to add to yours,

Another, another one.
Winter’s already begun.

One more before you sleep, one
More gush of roe on your tongue.