This poem came from the October 5, 2010 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by janetmiles.
The jiki-fu-gaki have learned
how to feed on many things.
They devour the breezes of the air
and let the cities smother under smog.
They steal the breath of infants
and leave the small corpses in their cradles.
They swallow the words of dying languages
until every last voice has fallen silent.
There is a way to stop them,
but the Way that can be told is not the Way.