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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But who wants to be emerald and gold, anyway? This is wonderful, Benji!
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you’re so kind, E.
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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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