A nameless hunger
consumes the world, devouring all—

Claiming children, and blossoms, and
with morsels of pure light.

This hunger motivates humanity
to invent, build, and imagine…

It is at the center of a vortex that spins,
sweeping the strong along with the weak.

It demands that we marvel at its appetite,
having passed through.

— © Abraham Menashe