Mortified yet tickled
Cicadas rain down half dead after copulation
Crazed mothers eating their young
reminds me of familiar gummy bear carnage
Black field crickets lay pressed against
the doorbell
Tip toed is the thief who ran away with my roses
A weevil is but fat, squashed and dead 
beneath my feet
Let her continue to fester and nurture
Blind as your birth date
Gaia's offerings with a gift tag reading karma
Inner child with beady eyes...sing...
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Lay it thick like manure
'Cause no one gives a fuck
Scurry snake to the rock hence you came
In the country 
A forgotten place
A forgotten name.
 

©Natalie N. Narine