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Sport 43: 2015
Hungry
Hungry
I always eat
the apple core.
To eat the sprouts
of plants is to eat potential
energy, the life force
of babies. Fill me
with the earth’s iron,
I would drink
magma if I could.
One day, when my
insides are made
of steel, I will.
My oesophagus
a mine
of solid rock.
My spine
a sky scraper.
Heart an engine
of bolts and pistons.
Blood,
oil piped
from under ice
and all that
wind and water
will not
touch me.