Mereyon Islands, the coral atoll in south sea. 

There was nothing to eat. 

Rats were the only feast and nourishing food. 

Days passed in vain only searching, cropping, and catching food.

No enemy came.  No ally came.  Nothing was there.

One by one, friends perished in hunger.

I looked up at the sky and longed for home. 

There was the moon shining brightly in the night sky.