|Fingerbone Crawler aka Side-channel Worm|
What were they? What are they, crawling in the dark?
Clawing, clawing in the dark.
Do they hate? Do they know?
Could they understand? Would they comprehend?
Are their spines for violence or soley defend?
What else but man might stalk through their inherited halls?
Were they us, once, turned sharp and curled in stinking dark?
Were they better? Were they worse?
Which of us came first?
To the lightless halls, it were them?
But what of the end?
When the many suns' distend?...
When we shall surely perish, what then?
Is it concrete, feeds and fends them?
End to end? Along the side?
The air is heavy in their ditches,
Sleep so deep. So deep.
You will know them by their stenches.
Weep child, weep.
The finished version will be in next month's issue of SNNS&SCS.