Nematode
by [REDACTED]
Fire, sun
Rosy swine run through windy breaks
The sunfire gleams on winded cheeks
They root with tricky noses
finding treasure in the peaty deeps
And all the while
While we sit and watch
While we watch and tremble in anticipation
The nematode burrows
Into abundant flesh
and waits without breath
For a cell in which to encyst
To bring the world to its knees
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