swarm
as if god hated people
crossing a line
trying to walk on water
and in His almighty strop
sent a sign to David
the world could end
with this swarm
descending
a plague of locusts
starts with one
following another
just to eat
Laura McKee likes to walk and take photos while writing poems in her head. Her poems have appeared on postcards to friends, in journals, and one will soon be on a bus in Guernsey.