Amoeba

The gurgling amoeba spreads, it hungers and it slides, trailing slicks of waste on planes of light.

It swallows and assimilates the runners in its path, there’s no escape, no power left to fight.

We can’t swim out.  We can’t kick through.

It fills our world.  It sticks like glue. 

Who’s to blame for blending in when breaking down is all that we can do?

Our flesh will feed and fuel its binge, as sure as all the fools who bend the knee and marvel at its might.