PARODY Poem: Lovecraftian Mythos of a Mouth Microbe, by Timothy Freer

Bathed in darkness, ever wetted
Sunlight peeks through single slit

Seldom shine the polished pillars
Wallowing in silver spit

Huddled like a witch’s coven
‘Round the altar of the worm

Flattened beast of nimble muscle
Darts and writhes and curls and turns

Bound by pulsing veins and sinew
Chained unto its fleshy throne

Strains to breach that pliant border
Spurred by forces yet unknown