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.

~ by Benji on August 29, 2014.

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

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petchary said this on August 29, 2014 at 23:30 | Reply
you’re so kind, E.

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benjaminntaylor said this on August 29, 2014 at 23:57 | Reply
- And strangely, I was just looking at a photo of locusts invading the capital of Madagascar… They make a rattling noise, don’t they…
  
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  petchary said this on August 30, 2014 at 00:00 | Reply

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Destructive Anachronism