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The Locust’s Dream



Children banished to an island

Spit at multicoloured skies.

Small saliva pellets splat

Against clouds that vomit locusts.


Their thorny eyes stare sideways

Through cloudy corridors swamped with gnats,

Into the fire of the island’s nose.


Locust songs travel down spit lines

Straight into little mouths.

Children fly upwards on broken horses

Ready to penetrate the skies.


Cloud swamped in insect meat screams

Sun smiles spits sick stains into open nostrils

Rotten cloud rains fresh flesh on ground

Open mouths receive mandible-ridden saliva lines.


It’s raining gnats.

The children grab their crystal swats;

They hit the insect droplets back.

Gnat-balls rise rapidly, hit cloud flesh, crack.


The island shakes, rumbles, opens its nose

Children wailing fall into stony nostrils

Fiery hooves hack frozen  mucus,

Hoof splinters scatter, piercing skin.





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