final form

i feel their power,
insignificant and
tinged with fear before
the craft even descends.

there's no analogy
in their history
for the slaughter
about to commence.

summon the strength
if you dare,
challenge my rule
tiny world of ants.

as my vessel reaches
their primitive soil.
i watch them recoil
with the impact.

a pogrom against
this speck of life
i lift a finger
holding back...