Place [creation Myth #21]

Do you think brother, it'd be right
to tiptoe in, hop quickly out
of counting the drone?
It's coming back

stronger than ever, angrier brother
that our insect selves share
nothing back, filtrate
unabated waste.

And that is when, with shock
this unified consequence lops
the head off my cock
y confidence.

'Brother, regulator of sense
you know your nonsense
babble is rhetoric death, stop
and all reap some consequence.'

He pauses. I understand his place.
And before resuming this
places a hand on my shoulder
wipes a tear from my face.

by Simon Huggins

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