Starve the Beasts

Starve the Beasts

We are told to run up hill,

That atop our Everests

The fruits of our labors will be rewarded.

But what of us born into the river

Who swim upstream only to deliver

Ourselves into the maws of the gnawing beasts that await?

Perhaps, for some, to win is to sink, not swim.

To survive in the darkest depths of the sea

You must dive down

And starve the Beasts.