the mandible carapace
gleamed off the sun
light streaming in waves
rippled across the
hazy orange skies
of the seed pod
fleet invasion
centered behind
a slit across eyes
reflecting the terrain
of post apocalypse
passing underneath
in mute facades

1 comment:

Shasta said...

"and when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him, he said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them, but him himself was broken, long before the sky would open, forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom, like a stone...."