If there is a technospheric layer stuffed under the Earth’s crust
G-d let there be a techno-drone rippling out from Earth
Delight in an alien on their solar sail yacht
hearing your mum say she loves you bug.
So pray
House of Them
Sunday morning certain mutants realize
everyone is changed. Is it right to reveal this?
To be fair, little is new. On the nose
of most folk an egg tooth has grown
with which to peck their shell. But those
who sprout no horn? They suppose
themselves dependents so pray,
tent their hands in a cowcatcher shape.
