Infestations
by Miriam N Kotzin
[ poetry - november 04 ]
Stunning, how suddenly destruction
occurs: cereals ruined,
carpets consumed, floor supports
crumbled: the air of the closed house
a storm of wings.
Infestations begin with seeming innocence:
a single weevil, a flutter of soft gray wings,
a lone beetle, or its larva, a living comma.
How easy to turn away
magnanimous, let it be, or
crush it casually not searching for more.
Unconscious cunning, insidious, in darkness,
until the infestation is complete.
