Oval Platter

Always turning left,

the driver finds himself displeased;

he wouldn't dare turn right;

he passed by those outcasted carcasses

around the peripherals of his activity space

Had that carcass moved?

Indeed, it had;

it compacted itself into a tighter position

with its eyes spectating the massive chunk

of empty potential that lay before it

Upon further investigation,

the parasite surrendered shyly

and exited the host

The parasite found many of its functions vestigial;

its illustrious host had provided its uses;

now it stared promisingly at its next host

Germinating within the driver

was the humble desire for symbiosis;

he attempted to transcend the oval platter

only for the fork to close