King of Insects

Words come easy

Behind a screen

When there's no interface-to-face

To be seen

King of Insects

You eat your own

Atop an anthill

You call your throne

Kingdom of one

So unaware

As one-by-one your subjects

Vanish into air

Chatter to the wind

Make your decree

And save your venom

For the ones who disagree

Your castle walls are falling

Your body's frail

Your window on the world

Is minuscule in scale

Burrow deep now

Escape the light

Heaven forbid you have to face

T he ones you slight