mosquito nymphs
growing
in discarded tires,
a poisoned life
sprouting from the ruins
of an old world.
parasitic tongues
birthed from old rubber
scouring their barren wasteland
for flesh
that no longer exists.
the tires no longer have cars to pull,
the cars no longer have drivers.
the drivers no longer have homes
and the homes no longer
have occupants.
mosquito nymphs born into ruin
doomed to death before their lives began,
their mother laid its eggs in the old world
only for them to be born into the new.
how quickly life can change,
how fleeting it can be.
and for mosquito nymphs growing
in discarded tires,
how cruel.
their life was injected with meaning
by a dead mother
who dared to create life
in a world of death
and only ended up
with more ruin
and no one around
to see it
or mourn it.
and the mosquito nymphs
will stop growing
in discarded tires,
development arrested
by the police
of carefully calculated carnage.