
Invasive Species
beneath a death-dark skywhirl uncountable spotted starlings
forming into screeching pitiless battalions
with no more conscious intent
than infantile pop-steered masses
obediently queuing for the chance
to fetishize one more
mass produced mechanical idol
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2019-05-09 at 05:24
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