10 March 2010

They Ate Jane Austen

No curse could be as damning
as the naming
silverfish.
Mindless masticators
slithering through decay.
Feeding on the current moment,
pooing out the past.


[Silverfish ate a beautiful copy of Persuasion. I still haven't forgiven them.]

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