The Hundred Hungers   I can spy a million miners Leading million minor lives Busy buzzy little miners Making happy in their hives I can hear a thousand thunders Heavy thoughts crash overhead Voices veer in union subtle Useless paths that lead to led I can taste a hundred hungers Something simmers in the mist But how to know what savour spells Lie slyly low beyond a tryst I can scent a dozen dangers Sudden corners cloak a claw Snouting round for signs of safety Shy from changes under paw I can feel a single signal Probing airwave prying out Mingle finger sending something Some thing I should think about I have seen the miners burrow Heard the thunder in my mind Tasted famine, waster wonder Skirted danger, wandered blind I know now that sense is nonsense Thinking thugs we scour the dust Dying for a role that suits us Roll the die and come what must