the ant king

repulsive seething swarm

slowly moving threads

woven with chitin and darkness

reaching into rotting bowels

the ants gather around their king

oh luminous joy, greeting with

acidic fire among the drunk

followers of obliteration.

in the light of smoldering fungi

the soldiers take their oaths

to serve, to consume, to devour.

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