Short Cuts Have Short Hands

We need new bugs.
We need to be
Them—seize our hosts
New ways, take off

In fresh bursts, be
The first to leech
The blood and sap
Of the whole world,

Sponge off all lives,
Bleed all the beasts,
Wreathe all tree trunks,
Rust all the grass.

From lice to whales
To kelp to crabs,
Suck out the seas.
Leave just us. Leave.