the whine of the dive bombers
fills my ears.
The smell of the toxin
burns in my nostrils.
Every exposed bit of skin
is yet more canvas
for them to do their dirty work.
They will suck us dry
find the water
and breed more
and more and more and more
eventually they will form a black mass
and rise from the brakish water
to take all our blood to feed their young.
