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There are some good moments

Hidden in the bad days

When I manage to forget him

For brief periods,

But when I cannot any more

Wilderness assails

And the vultures' wings batter me.

I am clutched in sharp talons;

Beaks shred me viciously

And then, then

I welcome cessation

Of paltry, painful, pewling life.

Let me fill

The belly of a scavenger.