They gathered round the table, wide,
Forks of steel and teeth of pride.
Feasting on what they'd scrounged,
A banquet rich in green and brown.

With greedy hands, they carved and tore,
Juices dripping from every pore.
They gulped down rivers, lush and sweet,
Their mouths full of forests, their tongues of heat.

Each bite was gold, each sip was gain,
They fed and laughed, without restraint.
The ground beneath their feet grew thin,
But still, they gorged, still they grinned.

Yet soon the taste began to twist,
Their feast turned foul, tinged with piss.
They spat and cursed, their bellies tight,
And still they ate, blind to plight.

Until at last, the banquet bare,
They rose to leave, no feast to spare.
But what they took, they could not see;
The cost they'd swallowed was all of me.