Extinguishing

The noise is a termite
in the log house of security:
Each second, a new chip of wood
disappears in a graceless descent.

They talk too much,
these voices know no tact.
You would want to silence them.
(At times, sanity is a sin,

more so because you want
to live free of it.)
"Get out of this room,"
they say; they want it to themselves.

Termites are selfish creatures -
I know them well.
They multiply by the hundreds
to multiply by the hundreds

Until all the house is are termites.
A house of a house of termites
und ihre Königin ist ein Monster.
They live for her, live because of her.

You have to unearth them soon
or put them out in a blaze.
Yes, fire is better. They have to feel
the most as they will be gone.

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Not my best, but this works for now.