it cries and twists and moans
exasperatedly
as if years of classical conditioning mean nothing
there is no use for this hunger
yet it persists
and remains
like burying the undead
a corpse destined to rise again
it pushes upward through the roots and weeds, through the parched earth and soil giving way and shifting away from this unnatural disruption in the biome’s equilibrium
emerging into the light to walk with the living
insignificant
and unnoticed