Brundlefly - Byzantine

Genus specialized

Could the unthinkable be alive

Double helix split into two

My soulless metamorphosis has begun

Intake liquefied

Solids have no home to putrefy

Gravity lost its hold on me

Now my heart palpates inside

All my organs discarded

Found a better place to hide

Inside compound eyes now gestated

Human molecule

Decimation spearheaded by the proboscis

My soul is alive

Broken down reformed Gregor Samsa

Reflex intensified

I was once a man but the dream has died

Gravity lost it’s hold on me

As the wings push through my sides

All my organs interred

All my skin now falls aside

Seen from compound eyes now pupated

Silence

Silence all human composition

Silence

Strength immeasurable by design

Violence

Erupting on a molecular scale

Violence

Silence…

Violence…