Stella Wulf

Outfestation

I hear the evolution
………..the steady crunch of your industry
………………….your grinding, grubbing existence

………………….I hear your greedy mouths
…………gnawing away at the fibre
undermining our wholesome inclinations

I fear the insidious creep
…………of the mindless belly-crawl
………………….fixated on a single goal

………………….I fear the relentless ingestion of pap
………….the heap of frass you dump at our door
and when you emerge from your riddled world

………………….I know you’ll be hard-nosed bores
…………..carapaced weevils – misunderstood
endlessly——infesting– — the– — same– — old– — wood.

 

 

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