Invasive Species

beneath a death-dark sky
whirl 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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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Sneers for two species in a single poem.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Amazing :)