Poem- Ode Upon Yon Moth

I was trying to write a real poem and here comes an annoying moth. With a better one.

Ode Upon Yon Moth

O moth, you mothiest of creatures;
you mothy-moth you!
How your mothy body hurls itself
grey brown courageous
into the lightbulb--
again and again and again and again.
How you must burn, the gossamer
shroud of your wings so near to bursting...
O, that unknowable brightness!

Men have done such things for love--
love of the open places, love of night.
Does she not love you as she promised?
Or is it simply that the pinprick stars of your compass
have been eclipsed by this incandescent juggernaut,
this radiant unfeeling man-thing?

Either way, please stop.
That mothy tink-tink is a splinter
I will not long abide.
Only death and madness await your kind--
hardwired to follow the filament gods
through this age of ubiquitous neon.
Death and madness--

I can help with only one of those.



Image by Hatch1921 of DeviantArt.

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