An anti-civ poem to start the week

A reduction in magnification,

and the rush-hour traffic becomes a sprawling

colony of internal combustion parasites,

insatiable insects with gas-pump

proboscises caught in a repetitive motion

daily back-and-forth

ritual two-step

following the genetic commands of an unseen queen,

a deadly planetary infection,

a pox human

raising puss-swollen lumps of landfill and

cities like a scaly contagious rash:

global warming fever blisters.