The Others
The "others" are out there
always have been
just outside the periphery of
our rudimentary technology
one light year ahead of
our feverish-calamity..
They're a patient breed
that's their greatest strength...
the waiting game
waiting for us to
self destruct.
Then like locusts they'll descend
take the reigns
The owners of a new age garden of calamity
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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