Once fog finished,
I felt the need to get up and walk a few paces before,
I realized I couldn't,
We haven't eaten for days that growl said,
Pressure entered my head, lightening it to less than a pound,
I retreated to a lower tier level with a trimmed bush,
It was a pampered thing, alien ecology nestled against grey stone.
A sliver of luminescent bronze, a ray of light slide down its handle,
Leaping off the tip and vanishing with a glare,
I wondered why it was there,
where had it come from?
Last choice I made was to clutch my sides and fall beside it,
Moving myself weakly from side to side,
I saw two chestnut combatants, grabbing each other by the head,
Skittering across the dull bronze arena they'd happened upon,
Grapplers born to hold competition between stubborn jaws,
I watched their final glorious moments, captivated by their determination,
To continue living and spread one more time,
Into the annals of history.
One last growl, a churning necessity made itself know,
As I cheered internally with the victor, holding its head up high,
I thought only of myself when I grabbed them both and,
Swallowed without tasting.