Nathan Wade Carter

See Through

A head full of sand turning glass
with every douse of doubt.

I will soon be shiny and see through.
Soon I will start fires with my eyes.

All ants will die.
My species peaces out.

Poor orb. Your feeding hand is bitten.
Anything near the mouth gets bitten.

A mass does not think of impact.
Nothing will grow.

The ground is worn hard trampled.
The cowpath will survive us.

The core is said to be
part liquid part solid.