hands on, best job ever.

the tongue speakers rolled over the dusty hills,
bears ensnared,
euphemisms locked up,
grim jaws set,
over the dying grass.

They moved for days, weeks, years, months, months,
found no home but the kingdom of an ever orange sun.
the babble communicated senses, affections, passions, (if you prick us, do we not bleed?)
but all was unlike
in likeness.

And then, the tapeworm.
Oh how do I speak of its splendours?
like this: worm--splendiferus maximus,
giant, wormy, hungry.
Also, spoke very fluent spanish (been to Pharis, Ayraq, Ayran, Urazia).
Taught them a singular mode of being.
Their promising tower fell.
The worm was their god now.
Home is where the tapeworm is.