Black chases thunder
Thunder always wins
If light might enter
The day must begin
But light might chase the darkness
Rid us of its corpse.
Thunder still sits sweetly
Smiling for its cause…

Hunger starves the naked men
Who sit so bare so lame so empty
Watch the skies for all its plenty
Forget the night brings only many-
More black clouds
The men
Still watch
As night comes
They had always thought
That it would be the hunger
That rids them off what they ought
To live off.