The Necropoli moved in easy
swaying motions
harvesting the wind
for their later enjoyment
The tepid beakers
and lowly petri dishes
were served in ebullience
and without remorse.
"FEAST, my beasties
let the sands of time mark our delusions
and the bacteria of Love
be our swarming enjoyment."
bony hands wavered
in appreciation
of the remarked felicities
giant swaths of crimson
rubberized material
were laid end to end
and the holiest of holies
was unearthed
in a perfunctory ritual
"DIG DIG DIG
we are the NECROPOLI"
"DIG DIG DIG we live
and now we DIE
in Tepid Beakers
and Lowly Petri Dishes
WE are the NECROPOLI."
their song was rather tiresome.
"oh do get on please" remarked the
provocateur but no one was listening
no one
no one at all.
except me.
and you.