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Parasite Egg

by Robin B. Lipinski


Life consists of give and take.
You eat a lot - the tape worm lives.
A star is born in fiery turmoil
enslaving those birthed and new planets.

So many worlds so many species.
Given a chance at opportunity.
Taken by mass extinction…
Death.

I know by experience of one kind.
Adrift in the Universe by the trillions.
Fertile.
Alive.
Aware.
Knowing how to survive.

Tiny, so small you would not know if you inhaled this life.
A shell harder than diamond.
A lifespan bordering on eternity.
A life very unique.

Planet after planet,
potential nursery.
Devoid?
Lifeless?
Barren?
Sterile?
It waits until it is time.

On one tiny planet, you may have heard of it, Earth?
On land once known as North America
in a desert buried in sand…
Arizona, I think is the place humans once called it.
Buried so deep since the beginning
until it was time.

Alone in a trailer far out in the desert, a wind storm came…
His name was Bob, Bob and his trailer - alone.
Bob liked women but women did not like Bob.
Alone with himself in his lonely trailer; outside blew the sand,
inside Bob turned the pages of the dirty magazines…

A word of caution for you species evolved with a male gender
be wary of where you spread your seed
with a gust of wind a tiny speck once buried deep slipped through the cracks
and a sigh of release from a man…
the space egg conceived.

What grew, grew fast and was magnificent,
growing,
devouring a world,
with words I cannot use as you cannot understand,
let me just say what happened changed all theories of science
evolution
creation
religion
and it all happened very, very fast.

Before Earth died, the term of birth running full course,
it exploded like a ripe melon
releasing trillions of more eggs
in heat.

Yikes!


© 2014 Robin B. Lipinski

Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.

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