A translation of a poem I originally wrote in Dutch, here you can read the Dutch version .
Sharp teeth
bite through
walls of stone

We are hungry
and occasionally use
our flash, so that we
will see our food better.

We want
more,
more,
more,
more.

Food is getting thinner
and walls are covered
in toothprints

we are left with
salted meat

perhaps we need
to become
vegetarians.