TRUE HUNGER

There is only one hunger.
There is a hunger like age and change.
Like a startling blood, almost eternal,
Like a wolfish silence curled within.

There is one blood, one malice,
A silent wile bonded to a sea.
There are pitiless waves which ache that burning,
There is an ill blood, like a void malady.

There is one black sea incessantly beating,
A blood that evenly pounds beneath all sills,
There is one passion that cannot be uttered,
There is one power which destroys us all.