POEM: Bats Over Bangalore

dusk descends

&

bats wing away

abandoning bamboo stanchions

that flex, creak, and groan

during their daily hang

flying like waves of B-52’s

on a doomsday run–

 buggy Armageddon

but bugs are too numerous

and

small-brained

to be decimated

it takes giant ganglia

to produce a proper doomsday

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