Swarms of Light
The swarms of light came closer
before scattering apart
A small move could disperse them
a big one bury them in dirt
It wasn’t that the blows hurt
a thousand could be blanked
they just drove them to desertion
a running, desperate feint.
Their hive, you see, was lethal
with a beautiful design
and for every light that it birthed
another would resign.
And it’s not that they were conscious,
aware of all the risk
They were just sensitive to movement
to waves within the mist
The unspoken threat of darkness
amidst life without a care
was a fear they all shared
barely knowing it was there.
But please don’t think them dismal
these sparks within the night
because when the fires burnt right
they cast a blinding light.
But still that hive defined them,
lethal in design
Which made every new arrival
the end of another’s time.
