“The Devour” by Scott Sparks

Aliens seek to destroy me
To devour my strength, they implore me
Their gray hairs signify exhaustion
Seeking substitutes to replenish what’s lost to them
Their hearts are prepared like an oven
Set on feasting at the expense of their own brethren
Their attached appendages collapse at the thought of toil
Empty palms always upward, extended from snake’s coil
What they forage is incorrigibly deplorable
Modesty’s an expenditure their stature can ill afford
I’d swear some lack spines but stand straight nonetheless
They can take from me only that which I offer
When the flaming fire burns, I’ll be as far from them as possible


—Scott Sparks

About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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