"...the moon came..."
harken to this man you feel
whose claim to soothe is just
bless the way he tastes the meal
that's laid before his trust
life demands the heart of him
as duty bids him so
still the hunger pains cry grim
with blood that yearns to flow
wholly spread this meal now mine
and all that lay beneath
savor slowly, this divine
now tasted without teeth
~Moses Apollo
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