banana slug, banana slug, banana
why do you crawl away?
your trail leads me, the leftover oil
from another generation
yellow as mustard, bright in the dark
ready for a hand to snatch, fingers wrapping round
your slimy, slimy skin,
placing you over, laying you postrate,
unable to escape
on stick, metal or wood over fire,
flames tickling you, tickling, burning
your oil dripping, sizzling
into red, into orange
adding your yellow to its painted flames
your skin, your shell, your
hatred is melting away.
Amendment 1 passed where I live.
I have no words, the banana slugs are crawling across my mouth, silencing my speech.