Acknowledging Franz (Kafka)
Numerous appendages grew outside his body. When the attendant pushed up his head, he could see his dome-shaped, hard-crusted belly and ten of his sixteen tiny legs wiggling in the air. The others had stopped working and lay flat and lifeless against his blotchy skin.
The nurses turned away from him. Even his mother and father who stood at the side of his bed turned away.
The pressure inside his body eased when warm liquid squirted through one of his appendages.
“Experiment Insectus Radiumus Fallujah,” the military doctor said, peering intently at him, counting his legs, snipping off the dead stragglers and tugging on his appendages.
~ Stephen J. Bergstrom