Little Arthur //Rik
Rik
When the spore touches the ant
it must sprout and down its steed:
white threads needle over barding;
sharp tips lance the pauldron gaps.
Once in, it knits itself a new flesh
between the silks of muscle and fat.
A ring of barbs crowns the head
beneath the bascinet, to rule the beast.
Come dawn, an ant clambers the length
of a long stalk to view its domain;
it lifts the belly to salute the crowds
below, scurrying to service the realm.
When the grail erupts from the armour
spores shower down: Camelot blooms.
(rev 1, Dec 07)
Rik, knee deep.
Rik
> *Little* *Arthur*
>
> Now the spore has touched the ant
> it must sprout and down its steed:
>
etc
First lines are not permitted to fuck up!
Rik, knee deep.
Dennis M. Hammes
Chuckles attacked by sidewalk lichen?
(Through the Armor of his Righteousness?)
The stuff that producess a queen, or a lethal parasite?
The elements of both don't quite resolve ("for me").
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Dennis M. Hammes
In the fucked-up version, the spore downed its steed (the ant).
In this, "it" is somehow the ant who must sprout and down -- itself?
For some reason, I see the Pink (the colour of the carnivorous
mold) Panther shuffling up to survey his realm of pod-people:
"Dead ant, dead ant, de-dant de-dant de-dant de-dant..."