The Signs by Which Thought Is Expressed

It says nothing, has nothing
To express. The signs subsist
Like hemipterans on it,
Their commensal parasites
Allowing them to survive
On nothing but the thinking
Of it. It expresses them

The way stems express aphids,
The way we express bedbugs.
They congregate at the feast.
Oh, for hungry ladybugs,
Houses in flames, children gone,
To divest us of these pests,
Except we know they are us.