The Host

A cloud of spores floating senseless
Cultural dust drifts along
Becoming lodged, constructing minds -
Incidental audition of hosts
A buzzing brain, hive of notions
Nature favors, selects, and sifts
Born again, brought to life
Ideal parasite
Lashing out, I'll ruin this for everyone
Harboring resentments over injuries
Sustained
You gave a promise to me and you broke it. And so the sacred oaths
Are undone
Draining ventral canals, purging all feeling
Calling out, the tears have dried
Born again, brought to life
Ideal parasite