By Ansa Smit

Roaring, raging Hunger.
Swallowing me Whole.
Sometimes she whispers silence-turn this Ache to Gold
i tremble, laugh-i shudder-
knee deep in the mud
Hunger drums my heartbeat. Hunger flesh and blood.

Deep from sticky darkness-
Words as spades i dig
Cavernous my body-bottomless my breath
Dancing words awaken
Sounds can rage can roar
Now i sing my Hunger-turning mould to Gold