Saturday, 27 June 2015

'The Swarm' by Abigail Cocks

Bonaparte said an army marches on its belly, not its feet. I'm inclined to agree. Here on Vega, the blue blood's particularly nourishin; kinda peachy tang, thick as crude and mighty fillin. Sustains a body for a week. Shame the locals ain't so keen on partin with it. Lost a good un last time. Bastards tore his head clean off. But it's time for a break. Boys need to fill their bellies, rest awhile.


I pass a message to my point man, don't need to say a word in a swarm and we sure ain't got no feet. Feedin Time.

6 comments:

  1. So powerful for something so short.

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  2. Abi is not that short. Great writer though.

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  3. Wow! Punchy, grim, funny.

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  4. Great voice in this!

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  5. I love this. A whole, bizarre universe in a handful of words and a unique voice

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