The Monster- Redux

THE BALLAD OF THE MONSTER THAT EATS ALONE (2 parte) (Redux) Silvio Vinci He wears his Sunday suit to dine, Complains about the cheapest wine. The kitchen’s cold, the staff have gone; He rings the bell and carries on. The first course cost a field of wheat, The next one took the whole damn street. He sends it back: “A little more.” There’s someone scratching at the door. Feed him the town, feed him the shore, He wipes his mouth and asks for more. He eats the world down to the bone— The monster always eats alone. He used to keep a second chair, Then sold the wood and called it fair. He ate the orchard, bought the rain, And charged the roots to grow again. He calls for music, calls for light; The house repeats his words all night. He sets a place for someone new, Then eats the empty chair there too. Feed him the town, feed him the shore, He wipes his mouth and asks for more. He eats the world down to the bone— The monster always eats alone. Pull up a chair. Put down the knife. Leave something breathing For once in your life. He’s eaten the town, he’s eaten the shore, He wipes his mouth and asks for more. There’s nothing left now but his throne— The monster still eats alone. The monster still eats alone.