Born of need and driven by desire
Unthinking in pursuit of satisfaction
Hunger brings its own pain before growth
And energy of motion, drawn from a kill —
The meal of life in a race on a scale short of time
Warm blood and the taste of death,
Ripped in the carnal flesh that drives breath

Bright are the eyes ahead of a primal mind
Tight are the tendons in a hunter of life
Purpose and poise out on the plains
High upon frozen slopes
Draped in furs, unshaven and wild
Thirst and hunger are the reason
Spear and shaft, the cutting...