To Eat

There is a molten man within
A man of fire, burning skin
Of domination drowned in sin
Of fury rushing bold and thin

He did not touch the ground, perchance
But in his anger only danced
His wrath entangled in a trance
He bounded forward as a lance

But when he struck upon a start
The unpreparéd, trembling heart
He was repelled, as if by art
And crumbled lifeless, part by part

And so the soul removed from heat
Denied the hour of wrath complete
He blinked his eyes and stamped his feet
And wondered what there was to eat