one by one they came in their thousands

fresh from the deepest sleep of all

newly minted

with a dream of memory spawned in hellfire

precipices of water,  the drift of continents

 

then as the sun turned a blinded eye to nature

on the scythe of molten time

a kind of peace                           forests came

a forever fusion of death before life

building blocks

 

like tendrils they mustered their forces

and with nothing to lose

proliferated

found a home

without so much as a thought between them

 

destruction uppermost in their vision

with the floating lens of a ground world

crawling in their homogeneous mind games

crackling in their casings.

 

They do justice to the universe

by serving a fierce purpose.

 

We can talk of variety,  they have it as a right

in the crust of the earth they have drifted

with whole continents

baked and drowned yet intact.

No home is complete without them

 

and man with his religions, disgusted

can only wonder and fear their province.