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By the light of screens that flicker very bright

Pulsating and pale, packed in way too tight

A jar I’ve filled with larvae keeps me company at night

I try to talk to them but I never get it right

Chatter in my dreams about their little lives

And talk about the queen within their sacred hive

I wish that I could make one grow into my weight and height

I’d let it come out of the jar, take it for my wife

I fatten them with roadkill until succulent for my feast

No communication is the problem as I see

A lack of lingual tact, I’ve failed to take the lead