The Eater of Worlds
that doom-laden theme, reek
of panache and charm –
insidious storied lords,
more numerous than the planets
they’d consume…
Don’t compare you to a slug, many-armed,
vicious teeth, bleeding effluent
as you eat and eat…
Here, in this street, on this beach,
behind an office – anywhere outside
the bubble of the written –
you are nothing but a horror.
Armageddon sells
but this is one world you can’t remake.
When you eat it,
you eat yourself.
You can’t see it coming
but you’re about to swallow your tail.
Michael Aiken
Photos in collage from: CSIRO CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons