Egg Sacs

by

Bobette Bryan

Little egg sacs,
All interconnected,
The treasures within
Will be so unexpected.

You suckle the life
From your unknowing host
You feed on the soul
That sustains you the most.

Larger you grow
With each passing day.
A melanchology nesting
in soft silken prey.

Golden buds spread out
like melons on the vine,
to produce many more
of your ill-gotten kind.

Though your numbers are many,
you're each one unique
Yet united you'll stand
And united you'll speak.

With umbilical cut,
A cry will ring out
The nurses will run
And the doctor will shout.

But you'll just grin
In your golden dark way,
Eager to seek
More human prey

The End