Long cold cuts on the road

 Pavement is ham and cheese
Appetite is warming the morning
fat insects bounce around catching hooky eyes
We are inclined we eat them and feed anxiety

We set up by the roadside eternal inspectors
chairs and tables covered
Artificial hills several stories high
where we can survey

The concrete extension below
Was a long red rotting steak
Growing hair on it's surface
We used big machines to scrape it off

But it grew back stronger and thicker
Like a fat beard on the tarmac
Blankets of bacteria on it's margins
accumulating and growing into the next creature

Oversized and detailed frightening the human eye
That once looked upon it in hunger
Now a keen aversion surging from reluctant guts
But the eye follows it all seemingly obsessed

waves and waves of these new entities crawling into reality
Squashed and churned inside the concrete mixers that pound
Out onto the long smooth boring driveways that extend
Out across a land that craves every insane form of life on it