by Diane Fahey
In Demeter's sacred grove
the Dryad within the oak
cried out as he chopped,
the wood bled.
Nemesis decrees
his hunger will intensify
the more he eats.
He plunders to meet his need
till there is no more left
to plunder, and it is
his own flesh he gnaws
hearing, as if from another body,
cries that he cannot heed.
From:
Listening to a far sea
Last updated January 14, 2019