dusk descends
bats wing away
abandoning bamboo stanchions
that flex, creak, and groan
during their daily hang
flying like waves of B-52’s
on a doomsday run–
buggy Armageddon
but bugs are too numerous
and
small-brained
to be decimated
it takes giant ganglia
to produce a proper doomsday
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on March 30, 2017.
