Little white wasp sarcophagi pupating
Erect as Arlington National Cemetery on a stoic hornworm’s back.
A Manchurian caterpillar clinging to a grass stem
Believing in its need to spread its liquid disease.
A mite smiting the eye of a blind limping beetle.
I prefer these little crimes
to a plate full of pesticides.
Scavengers of the almost-dead.
What does he want
Us to do?
Starting to replace my shower valve at 6pm seemed like a good idea. Now the store is closed, I smell like WD-40, and I am alone with what I have done.