published poetry

Pride by Patricia George

{ Issue Ten }

 
The ad promised great things.

All he had to do was fill out the intention

to join form and mail it.

Our little cult promises:

1. Wings at maturity with a
2. Chance to rule your own kingdom

Must enjoy a subterranean work environment
Families—working together

Bound by a loyalty guarantee

To enjoy pulverizing and pillage

For your off hour’s entertainment and sport
With no adverse consequences

His pride led him into the cult

He had the power of God in his hands

He was happy to join until—
He realized he had become one of them.

There was no escape from the cult of the termites.
 

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