Weekly poem feature: Callan Walker

By Callan Walker.

Move through plume and blooming flora
Spores are spread from the rustle of fungus
against our legs.

Humongous, humanoids amongst insects
dissect and inspect anatomically-
take back to the laboratory and organise categorically.

Divide by size- then seperate by anomaly.
We strived for a monopoly of data; on botany,
to garner, apothecary intelligence of unordinary genesis.

Its endlessness perplexed us,
the task became monotonous-
then it became infectious, seeds turned to eggs
and the leaves turned to Tetris.

Colleagues drop beakers and sketches in salience
this is what it feels like to be detected by aliens.

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