Locust Platform Area Disaster

Atop these shallow teeth
All grind and no cut
Below are things that fall
Stuck to things that catch
But, up here: filtered
Strips of paint and stillness
Moving fast enough to appear
Pretty, simple, exquisite

Fat animals
Dancing on thin legs
Or scooting along
On their bellies
Fast enough to catch a burn
Sturdy enough
To let heat go ignored

Staying out of their own way
Placating their meals;
those parasitic fleas
along for the ride
Until the bottom falls out
Strawberry foil guts everywhere
Stuffing stuck to things that catch
Webbed and stringy and just strung up
Weighted, stagnant, stiff
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4.20.10