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Molt

In biology, moulting (British English), or molting (American English), also known as sloughing, shedding, or in many invertebrates, ecdysis, is the manner in which an animal routinely casts off a part of its body (often, but not always, an outer layer or covering), either at specific times of the year, or at specific points in its life cycle. In medieval times it was also known as "mewing" (from the French verb "muer", to moult), a term that lives on in the name of Britain's Royal Mews where the King's hawks used to be kept during moulting time before becoming horse stables after Tudor times. Moulting can involve shedding the epidermis (skin), pelage (hair, feathers, fur, wool), or other external layer. In some groups, other body parts may be shed, for exampl… more »

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through the walls of her royal chambers
releasing their poisons and fumes
the chemicals cleared from the air to reveal
the dismembered remains of her guards

on her hindest of quarters she rises
her belly massive with young
her antennae swirl searching for signs of the
help that she knows cannot come

seems like only yesterday
exhilaration first flight
breeding feeding slaving stealing
her colony thrived
seems like so long ago
watching the old tree drown
narrow escape a handful of workers
honey cattle too few

relief five years old floods her senses
her and her workers start their
new home in the western fork
of the Cecropia tree

one by one, others arrived
farmers who couldn't work side by side
through bloodshed, torture, and genocide
came the elimination of tribe by tribe
she who staked the first claim
second last to survive
how can this be?,
thought the Aztec Queen

one lone worker in thousands
takes one erroneous step
leaf top to leaf top she tumbles until
she's surrounded by enemy ants!
she sends up a pheromone warning
her last words igniting a war
hatred cultivated for decades
her comrades respond to her call
the tools of their trade are now weapons
the final battle is on
for control of territory and resources
for which generations have killed
Since Time Began

my seed lay
dormant in the ground
til the burning came
awakened my hunger
lust for the sun
whose stroke sustains me
master sun whose touch
fulfills all desire
lust for the sun
to meet his ray open lips
I sacrifice my defences
sacrifice for oblivion
brings me strength
parasite bond
Hark! In my hollow the
trumpet proclaims life
(portents doom)
(promises victory)

Inside her inner sanctum
dwarfing the enemy workers
turned soldiers
the Aztec Queen regally stares down
her Doom
out on the field, the battle is raging
soon confusion shall rule as ten thousand ants
know to mourn for their Queen

One super organism One young Queen
Dominion in symbiosis
in the Cecropia Tree

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