the spider, its scavenging claw
rigged by now-deleted tweets
turns over
the profile picture
decides it will serve
as sunshade
and scans again the sands
the tadpole courier, indecisive,
splits: its meaning will take
both paths. down one it meets
a Trojan wall, so turns itself
message-side out: the wall gates,
scoops the package up. inside it
the tadpole awaits new waters
salmon alevin, yolk-sustained
drift the backbone 'til they can swim
downstream, to small rivers
then larger ones, where they begin
to develop camouflage;
they spread into the open sea
feast on data until
their timed life triggers then
back from whence they spawn
spinning network maps and
concentrated data
into new eggs
this monkey with a panther face
wants to share a shiny fruit
for your magpie attention, but
oh what's this,
you'd just been wanting this fruit
(or been about to) what luck!
you wave aside the cute but
irrelevant gifts of the rest