Your lineage is as old as coal,
your life, in the swirl of stars,
a twitch of plasma on a reed.

Read Dragonfly

Turning compost, I stuck the fork
through sodden kikuyu grass-rot
and lifting saw, limp on the tines,
a rat's wet-furred, riven carcase.

Read Maggots

Night after night they stalked bare skin,
hovering their helicopter assault-craft
above our sheets and newly-wed bodies.

Read Mosquitoes