Vigilantes Are Volunteers

People are pluripotent,
If not equipotent, cells,
Loosely conglomerating

Colony organisms,
Vast oceans of headless swarms
Shadowed by Leviathan.

Vigilantes volunteer
To prove worth and bravery.
They’re only violent forms

Of community service.
Vigilantes are heroes
In fairytales and comics,

Loners or grouped in small teams,
Less so when swollen in mobs,
But their bodies do service,

In their minds, to some greater
Good, which is God or the group.
Scatter them and their minds change

Or regroup. Leviathan
Is the stated enemy,
The shadow feared by all groups,

A coiling wicked vagueness
Issuing from some nowhere
Where no groups of people live.

That absence is the closest
Element swirling peoples
Have to an actual head.

While they compete around it,
Coordinating attacks
To compete with each other,

The emptiness swims along
Like a magnet in the depths,
Like a moon on the surface

That upwelling swells of cells,
Phosphorescent with quest lust
Flash toward before sinking.