A pristine glass prison displays something mean.
The water is clear, cold, bright green.
Growing and growing, the things within kick.
And dream little dreams of primordial places.
A knocking sound alerts us, hollow and vague.
This place is near lightless, to soothe the children
That sleep like a bug collection in neon crevices
And dream little dreams of destroying the Enemy.
Weightless in the liquid, nourished by tubes
Their instincts lie in wait, edging to move
Mandibles scissor, talons scrape the glass.
Not quite this and not quite that
They don't see the light
But they will, they will.
These creatures know not of themselves.
Or the sensation that awaits them.
But genes carry codes
Through vast oceans of time
And know of a life not this one.
Altered with the greatest care
Or the least care of all
Harvested to serve goals even we don't know
They are here, and the barriers fall.
A cruel shattering sound
Torrents of fluid and flesh.
Rugose forms hit the floor
Feelers test the air for the first time.
Had their creators planned this?
Dissolving in the gullet of the Ego
They forgot what life is like
And yet their children are being born.
Compound eyes survey the dark
Locking on haggard faces ghosting in computer-light
Claws grip the ground with tenacious eagerness
Weak limbs gain feeling
Nerves surge with strength.
Deep in this pit of lies
Immersed so long in reality, that reality faded away
Now they will remember
What fear is like when it is born.