Metaphor:
When unicorns were still possible
Black bullet seeds
Repetition:
During that summer (stanza 1 and 2)
Against the wall/ Against the wind/ Against each other
Of hungers quickly felt/ And quickly forgotten
And when we unscrewed the lids/ And slice off a piece/ And let it linger....
Alliteration:
Plosive - The black bullet seeds
Sibilant- seeds,/ To be spit out
Caesura:
... ammunition was spent,/ Then was always another bite;/ It was a summer of limitless bites,
Enjambment:
Of hunger quickly felt/ And quickly forgotten/ With the next careless gorging
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