I was never more astounded

in my young and carefree life

than on the day I witnessed

evolution in flight,

as the black mass

took to the Selly Park air

and shrouded the sun as one,

shimmering, splitting the heavens,

blowing my mind as I peered

into the cracks of the corporation

pavement of Manilla Road,

an ice cream slowly dripping

and making sticky fingers,

evolution in flight,

evolution with black angel wings,

as ants crawled, stuttered, their heartbeats

increased by sunshine and the call