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Under My Cabinet.

I live in a dark place,
deep in a dark corner
where nobody looks.
I start really small –
you’d need a microscope to find me.

I am a maggot
that eats away in the dark.
Deep in the fabric of things
I chew at the roots
where nobody looks.

I reduce goodness and comfort
to grey fuzz,
pattern and substance to dust.

I fly the wind on darkling wings,
mating with more of my kind.
We spread and multiply
and seed a million eggs.

You think I am a moth?
My name is SIN.

Poem written after discovering carpet moths had eaten away a fair area of carpet under a display cabinet.

The Moth Corrupts.

Ian Rogers 2015

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