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Scatological
Most scarabaeinae apprentice early on
as salt-of-the-earth brown-collar rollers
or tunnelers, except for the few hoity-toities
who leave the humble cow pat to flash
their greens and purples at Cleopatra
and live the life of Ramses, glorified
for eternity. Some will hitch a ride on hosts
and hop down when the produce is fresh,
organic, and locally-sourced. Rollers
roll always in an unwavering line, find
a little place to call their own, then set to work
at once on the nursery, leaving their fortunate
young to be born into feces, eating and drinking
naught but shit all the days of their lives until they,
in turn, find their own burden of excrement
before them but keep their eyes ever upward,
steering, like no other creature but one, by star
tracks rolled eon after eon in the perfect spirals
of the Milky Way.
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