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.