Lurching bag worms crawl all day in sunlit hour...
Cocooned baggage eat human flesh and sour and devour.
Listen for armied marching of cocooned legions...
Hasten out word to spread outward far and away.
Look out, look out, for this region's leasions...
Hapless souls filled with enlargening fear.
They're coming our way! ...They're coming our way! ...
Flesh falls off bones down onto ground.
Shadows harness sun's retractions...
Brightness forstalls hiding refractions.
Blood laiden pools fill up space as like a river of sea...
Darkness is the only defense for hunger's own greed.
Sssshhh...Do you hear that thudding grumbling? ...
That beit the bagworm's stomachs just digesting it's days, many
caught victims.
If you cautiously look out from behind a darkened corner, you'll see
it's mawing of flesh, like a fisherman's kniffing fillets.
Get out! Get out! Before it's too late!
Hear that acrid sound, accompanied by that putrid odor? ..
Get out! Get out! Fast across the far seeming border!
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bagworms-consuming-appetite-for-human-flesh-is-h/
