Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – “Reduction”

I survey the tiny city
with grim satisfaction –
its miniature skyscrapers;
neat little blocks
divided by knife-thin streets
criss-crossing
the tiny hemisphere
with delicious precision.
I reach down
and uproot a perfect cube –
it clings desperately,
extending a thousand tiny fibres
too small to make out,
but I imagine conduits and cables,
clinging and snapping
like the tendrils of a vine
as I devour wholesale
these medium-density residential apartments.
Chile may look on hungrily
as I smack my lips
with bitter-sweet satisfaction,
but she will taste not
the sticky delights
of my Mango empire.