The Abandoning Locust

You have eaten me to a sterile desolate thing. Why?

Of all the infinities among you

Why endanger this one?

Oh yes... my ears you nibbled as so many others

Of sweet and wise corn

And yes, I confess, your heavy weight was a blanket

A hungry belly! Thou must be fed, no?

Fly high! Find a fairy ear

And whisper

Those riveting crystal machetes

My spears are barren potent posts

My ears are gone in and from you

So one day your world will be a desert of grains

Of sand that blasts your ever-open eyes

Your waters will dry up

The ears will wither and die

And you will be the last apostle of your crusade

Before you starve, I implore you

Surrender yourself, Abandoning Locust

Arrest yourself in these earthen shackles

And hammer your wings to this crucifix

So that our legions may skewer you

And let your Pride-Red blood floweth

Out and through as rivers to feed us

Collapse and evacuate these veins

Of your self-pervasive prejudice of perfection

Become a lamb to your cause

And your Microscope Deities will forgive you

The other-heavenly fathers will put hands on you

And be a locust no more.

But know, Locust

That us ear-less ones cannot forgive

Having these stalking spears

Which you widdled

And roots

That run so deep