Locusts

So they binge.
Who the fuck cares?

I do too,
And I’ve no Bible chapters written.

They shine emerald and gold,
Mandibles elegant in insatiability.

My boundless hunger brings cracked teeth,
Lost enamel even, a worn esophagus

Their hunger draws a god’s attention,
A prophet even, to draw down wrath
Strike bare the hunger that strikes bare.

Mine brings naught but emptiness
Begetting emptiness.

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~ by Benji on 29 August 2014.

3 Responses to “Locusts”

  1. But who wants to be emerald and gold, anyway? This is wonderful, Benji!

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  2. you’re so kind, E.

    Liked by 1 person

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