The Bug

He looked at the shiny onyx body and the see-through wings,
held it in the air
for us all to see. He was actually going through with it.

No one had even dared him to eat this creature.
He had just decided
it was something that he needed to do.
We watched him closely as he prepared
for the final act, picking his technique.

He chose to hold the legs, and, to avoid the crunching I presume,
he reached far back into his throat.

Swallowed.
His expressions moved like flashes of light
Neutrality, pride, conviction. Indifference.
It happened so fast, and

then it was over.

He looked at us.
We followed him, confused

as to why a child who wanted to eat a bug for fun
was our new leader,
but his strange form of confidence
was powerful
enough to convince,
at least for today.