Anger My Heart/Hunger Me Oot
Anger My Heart and Hunger Me Oot.
A dozen basalt pillars and a lazy meadow:
allowing me to starve
as they grow, grass choking grass, drenched in pollen,
beside a weil in the Whiteadder.
Anger my heart and keep me hungry.
The grass blazing with seed heads,
burning to the pit of me;
keeping my core empty.
Fire turning into stone.
A solid, hard hunger.
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