The Eaters of Honey

why are these ants
	ascending the green stems
of miniature palms?

a pale fear was instilled in me:
	the black/white spider
and faces of cruel
	spiders

	cry, cry, you moth
	fly from the pity
	of every life
	you see
	 crawling, dying

	Purple Meat

forced to eat purple flesh
among the rotting swarms
I consumed an inane death,
together with mindful worms
and maggots of the cunning birth
tasting pleasure in the dead meat
though I cried for the stench
yet grew stronger than I had been
and saw still stranger things
in the vapors of my mind

	Crustaceans

Once I dreamed I was a man
a giant -- larger than leaves

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