‘Ants Painting’ by Dunja Zubak
The Body-Brain thrums with mindless fire.
Her black womb opens, and the legions pour forth.
The Ant Machine rumbles through your walls.
To that sickly sweetness with a hundred names
The eldritch voyagers march.
Puppets of pattern-souls,
Those elegant hieroglyphs of scent,
They dance to chemical ballads:
Alive and Dead.
Born and Unborn.
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