Saturday, February 9, 2019

The Cosmogonic Conquest

Anemones are friends to fish
Who have no friend in me.
Look on your enemies, fish!

Look, your anemones we
Will smash. Look! We will eat you.
Does that seem comic? You wish.

The poems for God are the same
As the poems for fish,
The prayers for great wealth.
We want what we think we’ve missed.

There is no conquest.
There’s the story of conquest.
The fungus motivates us.
We serve ourselves for its dish.

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