of: Sci-Fi ^
I.
They were children
In the deep dark forest
Huddled close like aphids
Under rose bush leaves
During the rain.
II.
And in the jungle,
Instead,
They were beetles
Scattered across the
Forest floor
Making a soup of
Flora
For the upper gods
Of the canopy
To feed upon.
III.
The city was larger
And neon stained,
Having been urbanized
And futurized
By the evolved minds
Of the adults
Who, in their rushes,
Forgot about the
Sweetness of the
Simple bark’s blood.
The children fed
On the plasma of
The Great Being
And were cleansed pristine
Of their shadowy
Fears,
So high they were
That the skyscraper’s
Mothers could not hold
Them.
But even still,
Like old women,
Who have,
Since the dawn of time,
Watched the men of the tribe
Scatter off to hunt
The big hunt,
Progression came.
IV.
And it took them
And morphed them
And folded them
Into wilder cocoons
And tighter tissues,
Making there little room to breath
So that a whisper
Became a scream,
So that a gamete
Became a child,
Became human.
”beetles + children” - 2007