the pest
sits in a pose rather
suited to a creature
crossing three
sets of arms over his chest
turning to me antennae
bowing he says “God
does not hear the prayers
of cockroaches”
the west
happy ending
before resolution
follows for
reasons (?) sure
there may
be more
to say
but
is it
not
worth speaking
we speculate on
decisions made
decades ago
by people
now much
unraveled
dead
deaf
& loaded
A Conference
after “Basic Science” by Fanny Howe
This locust said to another
locust, “You’re my locust
Two water molecules joined
sudden rainfall
feeds a growing desert
population. It makes us more
gregarious. Unable to avoid each
other, we transform. Solitary
genes switch off. Wingless nymphs
become a flying host.
We appear suddenly. We
attract each other. No longer innocuous
and reproducing abundantly. A swarm,
we become biblical.
We converse briefly
& disband, though our effects do not.
They would rather keep us solitary.
They do not know how.
CC Webb is a poet from Athens, GA, pursuing their MFA at Miami University of Ohio. They have been published in some places. Their interests include making collages, flaneur-ing around Oxford OH, and re-watching Golden Kamuy for the 80th time.
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