Individual Council

They assembled themselves comfortably
As they could, the whole squad, home
Cells, invaders, commensalists, symbiotes,
Rebel cells racing to consume the rest,

All the fluttering signaling between them,
And in the skull the conversational waves
Informed, if only indirectly aware, of others
Communicating madly around the ghosts.

Poor ghosts who called the meeting, or
Who sincerely felt as if they did and were
Responsible for how the whole assembly
Went, ghosts who knew well it had gone

About as far as it could go. No one spoke
Except with their own kind with any hope.