The anvil of my ear believes
We have ordered insect.
I project hormiga in Texas,
Large bloated delectable
Without fear of a thorax
Collapse raising a galaxy
Of crumbs, or a raindrop
Currenting diente
Labyrinth the throat.
A resurrection of ant.
Bootstomp. Fire.
Flood. Insecticide.
The erasure is jaula.
A pendulum,
A slow rattle
Racked in situ.
The architecture
Is in the mandible.
Comemos las migas
But we never talk
Of meal. Sabemos
Que cada cosa
Cambia cuando
Queremos creer.
This is how
We eat. Yes.
How ancient
The ant. Complicit
tangling of flame.
Equipped to consume
And stridulate. Unknown
populous. A scrutiny
To antennae the semblance
Of molecule. Of meat.
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Excerpted from borderland apocrypha by Anthony Cody. Excerpted with the permission of Omnidawn. Copyright © 2020 by Anthony Cody.