Friday, May 18, 2012


Aphids crawl through mounds
of aubergines, searching
for the succulent stems
the purple globes have abandoned.

Alien workers, they are disenfranchised
from the crops they have tended,
the world they have known,
the dignity of purposeful life.

Their insect brains barely
process their loss, cannot see
an alternative existence.
Slowly, they abandon their dreams.

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