The individual becomes
an illusory component
of the genetic whole
a mere scale on the
plating of its spine
the shifting, ever
processing evolving
body politic a creature
that when pulled back
from far enough to
focus onto entirely
reveals the astonishing
sight of humanity as
one of its claws
gripping ineluctably
about the planet
in its natural stance
an immortal dance
or ecstatic crucifiction
as it expires unto the starset
our deaths sing its memory
of extinction foretold
that the truth is full
of mold though the only
parts really seen have
been so thoroughly
scrubbed clean.


el topo said...

absolutely love it.

shaun said...

thank you el topo. we moles
gotta hang together,
in the underground.