Trod Upon

As an ant

    I am smote

        unnoticed

Ground down

    into dirt

        into dust

seg cogito

but I know

what eldritch horrors

contundito

Unalive Persons

    Undying Creations

        Machines of Flesh

crush me

corporally

I am aware

    as my soul leaves my body

        corpus sine anima

I am not like them:

my drive dies

    is dying

        will die

Theirs persists

    is persisting

        will persist

They poison the ground

They poison the water

They poison the air

They poison our bodies

They poison our minds

They poison our souls

corporations

contra

corpora

What am I to do?

    Fight Flight Freeze Fawn

        macht nichts

I am smote

    unlike the ant

        I notice