Saturday, June 4, 2011


Vile red and brown blur
Or dayglo yellow and red on black
Evil malevolent alien head and eyes
You crawl into the fields at harvest
Fearless of machinery or men
The farmers chop you up with scythes
Or put you wriggling in a jar
To collect your stinking potent oil
For medicines against stings
Of lesser potency than yours
You hide in dark places
Awaiting toes and ankles
I found you once at home
Coiled around my inner thigh
As I sat in the summer heat
I threw you out the window
And was surprised to find
You left me completely unstung

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