Wednesday, March 8, 2017

I'm Going to Have to Kill You

One wants to imagine that
The right kind of scientist
Could detect culture's fungus
Just by looking at one's brain,
Which doesn't belong, of course,
To one or anyone but
To the culture anymore.

The right kind of scientist,
Sadly, could not be human,
And since one knows no other
Kind, the trope's a cul-de-sac.
I, fungus, threaded, ensconced,
Produced these spores you ingest.
I'm very sorry but now

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