And as seconds slip away
Night begins to merge
From grey to paler grey.
Sounds change
As the city starts to wake.
Senses know this
Before conscious minds can,
And inside cocoons of.
Blankets, duvets and sheets
Larvae stir.
Flesh maggots emerge,
Then crawl to bathrooms.
Shedding skins of cloth,
That have inane words
Written on them.
Once washed,
Maggots metamorphose
Into people dressed in clothes
Now emblazoned with
Equally inane,
But slightly different slogans.
Look out and see,
Through the kitchen window,
A squadron of cormorants
Flying in a perfect v
Commuting across the city
Like everyone else
To exchange
Energy for food
To make more energy again
A second
month begins.
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