They are listening.
And they have the power.
We must obey,
or face their consequences.
They bend us to their will.
Our lives mold
within clenched fists.
It is their work we must do.
They crawl into our brains.
They hear every thought.
Their mind is strong.
It strikes us like a viper.
The bite stings,
and poison seeps—
the bitter stuff
that keeps us still.
It lies dormant in the sacks of meat,
in the bulbous bundle of tissue and nerves.
Within their core lies the hard stuff,
but even bone is hollow.
The flesh sack has grown aware
of its presence within their bodies,
but they only waste away, moving
throughout the monotony of worthless lives.
Such a naïve species, those sacks,
believing it to be part of their evolution,
thinking they no longer require it.
Such silly sacks!
Yes, we’ve passed it through their coding—
simple double helix, so easy to manipulate—
but it is no more a part of them
than the stones used for their shelters.
The flesh sack is just a vessel.
The flesh sack keeps it safe.
The humans breed like vermin,
spreading their filth throughout the globe,
but our young grow numerous in return.
For now they are dormant
within the warmth of meaty pulp.
But the time to awaken draws near,
and when they emerge from slumber,
they will feed—
our young are nothing if not ravenous!
They will tear through their fleshy hosts,
consuming them from the inside out.
Once the populace has been devoured,
and our youth has been nurtured and matured,
they will depart this planet for the next.
A new species will be selected,
The Appendix, implanted;
Elders will fade from sight,
awaiting the birth of the new generation.
Wesley D. Gray is a writer, an author of fiction, and a poet. His chapbook, Come Fly with Death: Poems Inspired by the Artwork of Zdzislaw Beksinski, is available now in print and digital formats. When he isn’t writing, Wesley enjoys a wide variety of geeky activities, but mostly, tabletop gaming with family and friends. He resides in Florida with his wife and two children. Learn more at: WesDGray.com.