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it isn't the bacteria that's out to get us
it's the rogue cell arriving in a cellophane package

whispering in the body's busy plantations
so quietly that no one hears the revolution

until the phone rings and death is on the line
suavely delivering like a terrorist

even in the safety of your own home
you can hear the bombs ticking like beetles

running their paranoid legs over everything
from the inside

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in us and over us:
40,000 Big Beetle eyes
up in Britain's skies
over the post office queue

they giggle over the tapes
of our lives lived by their cue
here in the margins
of their flicker book cartoon