Napalm Death

A stampede to rush forward,yet I’m in retreatFar horizon greedilysucks in the keenDescend down the scaleon drooping stumpsI’ve wished to shearCome, the predatory to lucklessSpread-eagled, I am easy meatA mound for a quarrel,none more austereA lebensraum in landfillI had once pieced (together)Tail