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antiviral, Chi Rho, global network, honey fungus, mushroom cloud, mycelium mass, petrichor, serial killers, shiro, Sylvia Plath, world domination
‘Honey fungus’ sounds
so sweet; you could eat
us with spaghetti,
but we are bitter.
Oh, Sylvia Plath
had a point, you know.
Mushrooms already
inherit the Earth.
From a single spore,
we grow filaments.
Serial killers,
we’re parasitic.
Empires were falling
when we wove our mat.
We will persevere
till Apocalypse.
You had the Chi Rho –
its relevance gone?
We are the shiro:
our truth marches on.
What is the shiro?
Mycelium mass.
In a fairy ring,
we’re Nature’s badass.
Show humility,
you human beings!
Prostrate yourselves and
smell the petrichor.
Beneath the surface
lie all our pathways
and our excreta
neutralises waste.
Fruiting above ground,
we’re antiviral;
eat bacteria;
decontaminate.
Your vast mushroom clouds
by name insult us.
We can be saviours –
re-cycle murder.
Communication,
co-ordination,
a common purpose,
a global network.
No mission statement
is necessary
to sum up our goal:
world domination.
Candia Comes Clean 