who goes next?

Kalpa of the Hexapod



Iron bugs pose, stern,

eclipsing each day with

shadow sweeps children

bouncing balls and scooping jacks

as airfish rise, their

iridescent nebulosity

facing, blown back by

an iron breeze

zeppelin gliding in from the

west, its self-important name

tribute to something

but the children, jacks scattered

hands clapping

legs jump jump jumping

wing cases clattering

aunties are home



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