A clique of limp, dim-witted
noncomposmentis-poeticus
insects invaded the sweet
and sacred place. They were
recently hatched, hormonally
inspired, swarmed in seasonal clouds
of soured bile – feeding greedily
on the crumbs and the leavings of
yesterday’s feast – mixed freely
with their own excrement. Today
they gaze vacantly at an abandoned
tent blankly, uncomprehending.
Despite their lack-lustre wit displayed
in a derisory gaudiness, courted rituals
of barren ideas with foul jest, they
made no amendment, paid no favours.
© 15 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
noncomposmentis-poeticus
insects invaded the sweet
and sacred place. They were
recently hatched, hormonally
inspired, swarmed in seasonal clouds
of soured bile – feeding greedily
on the crumbs and the leavings of
yesterday’s feast – mixed freely
with their own excrement. Today
they gaze vacantly at an abandoned
tent blankly, uncomprehending.
Despite their lack-lustre wit displayed
in a derisory gaudiness, courted rituals
of barren ideas with foul jest, they
made no amendment, paid no favours.
© 15 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
*Stink Bug Picture:
Graphosoma italicum
Pentatomidae
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