Monday, December 23, 2013

eco-horror poems




Big Bugs on a Small Screen

A scurrying worker
screams
blood splatters
a cigarette
burns.

“That’s one big ant.”

countdown
“to absolute
termination”
bio-hazard barrels
roll 




To a Cockroach  

Who are you, little one?

A god?
Shameful?

Unwilling to die
when your time has come?

Who says insects
aren’t favored?

Christ walked on water 
just like a mosquito.




Dracula’s Ecology

We need to sleep
in native soil

hallowed earth
placed in wooden boxes

but then hardly a foot
of dirt
has not been enriched
by blood

men and women
torn from their land

eco-trauma

The dilemma of a vampire.

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