Locusts

I could see the other end
Repeat as necessary
A beam shown divided
Shaded over screens
In the presence of visuals
Covered and drawn in
Watched its repetition siphoning

In the corners
Locusts rotating
Empty me feeding

Conceived the believing
As parted or programmed
Plans of obsolescence
Inhale again
Do you see its face?
Or the master's orders
They consumed the maker over again

In the corners
Locusts rotating
Empty me feeding