I watched the insect romancing
My page: he was wingless and saddled
With the sureties of his birth—
Of needs that were dendrites
Wrapped around his mind—
Of an understanding
That was less dawn than twilight.
 
Should I destroy him or not
Was the question that
Badgered me: after all, am I
Not powerful and smarter?
Yet the insect danced
In circles
In loops and in tangents—and scrawled
His name with his piss
And dared me to disagree
As he ate away the fragile edge
Of Eco’s yellowed verity.

JB Lazarte is a writer/editor/hardcore PC gamer who spends his days surviving through the eons in the game Age of Empires 3. He also loves films with English subtitles, but he's learning German, Spanish, and Italian to subsequently cross The Need for English Subtitles off his Bane List. He also believes eDonkey, Bittorent, and the OpenSource Initiative are the real members of the Divine Trinity, and James Brown is most probably the true messiah.

He also maintains a darkly humorous and angsty blog called The Skirmish of Dark and Light.