give not what cannot be returned;
i will take everything i find–
i will pillage your village, leave it burned,
scraped hollow like obsolete mines–
i will raise cupped hands, like the twist child,
to demand more. my eyes are wide,
and my hunger is wild.
do not offer your gentle heart.
do not make clear whatever mild
notions you may entertain. i have made an art
of destroying greater men than you,
and i have no qualms about tearing you apart
as well. i am warning: this is what I do.
give not what cannot be returned, and please
don’t whimper when I run you through.