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Advanced astrotopia is intended to be a collection of advanced poems for those who regard light years as meaningless trivia found printed on the side of a packet of light bulbs by Mike Burr - the themes being dictated by or about its published artisans .

wasps part one

Our evil wasp overlords demand
that you come and join our plague ...
and in that hierarchy
the wasps were lords
and beneath them were spiders
and beneath the spiders were flies
and lowest of the order the carapacians
essentially beetles that took little heed of the flies or spiders or wasps
and occasionally though more rarely than one might suspect
were punished or perished for their disrespectful deafness
or their negligence in the will of their masters
the flies were most diligent in honouring the wasps
whose laws they feared
and they would raise communion in numbers
and create and sing arse licking art in deference and homage to their masters
the wasps
and if we could permeate the mind of say
a typical fly
were there such a thing
for what is typical in its respectfulness is often atypical in some other facet
such as it might lack ingenuity or beauty one might venture
so could we penetrate inside that fly mind
we might be thinking
'immortal invisible power of the wasp
by inaccessible wisdom hidden from our mortal eyes
in our most glorious days we sing to you
songs in praise of your waspish strength'
and the mind of a typical fly might then visualise
in its multifaceted way
unresting light moving questioning across fluorescent skies
in a state of both hope and fearful dread
that the overlord might show its mighty wings
and the justice dispensed thereof
in the way say that the clouds
might be an analogy of our human lives
fountains of love that cleanse our follies
so those same clouds might bring anarchy and destruction
to the wings and hearts of flies
but in the same way
that those tears .. teardrops of tiny water might amalgamate to a stream
and many such brooks and colnes
flowing free might then coalesce
to tickle pebbles to the sea
so in the fealty of man and of flies there is similarity
as our outward lips confess fraternity
so it is with flies
who in brother hood
buzz and cheer and jeer
each others company
but whom none would like to live without the other
for love in its cocooned brotherhood
cannot in truth say from whence it came
but on its imagined quest we fly over barren mountain peaks
whose ragged faces tormented by the elements
with huge arms outspread
accept the faith and fate of say a distant Galilee or Aztec temple place
or once brilliant palace gamboling on the rooftop world
a fly might in this quest
ask the healing or the help of seamless wings
a cape from whose shade
the parching suns or aggravating winds of toil
might provide a rest
in a way say different yet not so divergent
from the mode by which a
human might regard the many blossomed tree
its eye to flourish mongst its many leaves
so there are joys amongst the gently circle pollened and curling stamen
and their honeyed tips
and a fly might sing an anthem in its heart
'there is no east no west
or south or north
only the fellowship of the wasp
as far as wings may harp upon the open air
shall wasp communion find'
and why is a fly useful as any ally to a wasp
for although the mandibles of wasps are powerful enough to broach
the hardest apple
so flies in their happy way
are just as apt to destruction
not by single force but by number alone
and each in his toil will accomplish
yet a thousandth part of that of overlords
yet in their millions so much more can they bear upon defenceless nature
and so in the weary way that miner might
till the earth for copper, diamond or rare resource
so flies by their obduration
might decay the largest substance
and in that decadent biosphere
the wasp as prime may take its pickings
which we mimic in our world of human subjugation
and of commerce and of politics
and you a a simple human might think that this world
the world of wasps and their cronies
a destruction set
a world set
set against the world of creation
but his is not so
for the wasp creates its lordly home
from regurgitated fibre
against the elements it battles to secure its tenure
and to modify its abrupt environs to its favour
and though it may not survive
and singularly be destroyed
so the body whole
the communion of wasps survives
and that is all that matters when the
subject is subjugate entirely to community
and must by nature be disposable
replaceable .. and though not of little worth
yet small in its compliment to the body whole
worthy and worthless
and this is true of all matter
both subliminal and live

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