Monday, October 25, 2010

hatching

there was a tale of the big light that was followed by the big heat and that was followed by the big change - the first of them to truly awaken in what might be called real consciousness. fat on the blood of the erstwhile rulers of the planet, it was the lice, the fleas, the ticks who seized control.

the termites, given the plans for the envisioned city had laboured for an age, constructing a wonderful tribute to that first great thinker amongst them - habel pinktraut, flea extraordinaire. it towered almost to the underbelly of the sun, it stretched from one poisonous shore to the next, its structure pushed deep into the earth like a billion proboscises.

the cockroaches and the palmetto bugs were out in the wilderness gathering food for them, while the rhinocerous and stag beetles protected them, and the pill bugs educated them. each had their purpose; each had their place. the ants remained apart from them, as did the spiders, but they remained prosperous.

the glow bugs talked amongst themselves and with others about what was to come - about the one they foresaw; how things were changing, but most did not want to listen.

the sun rose and set on the spire of nitcomb city regardless of prophecies, and its denizens toiled whether or not their saviour or destruction approached.