“Them!” by WC Roberts

quick, quick
pull your visor down
secure your pith helmet
here they come
to drain our vitreous humors
don’t laugh at last year’s pastels
or the innocent flutter of their wings
chaos and entropy bloom
in record swarming this
erratic cloud of
buzzing, buzzing
them!
if you can see a proboscis
—it’s too late


WC Roberts lives in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in WC’s own discarded clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes, and has had poetry published in Kaleidoscope, Strange Horizons, Apex, Space & Time Magazine, Aoife’s Kiss, Scifaikuest, Star*Line, and others.
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