by John Tustin
There are microscopic beetles
mandibles in a whirring blur
eating holes into the heels of my feet
and burrowing inside
each night as I sleep
Slowly
mechanically
perfectly
over years
they will find the river of my bloodstream
and paddle surely upward
through my neck
behind my eyes
into my brain
My question is –
will there be anything left
in there
for them
By the time they arrive?