Class Insecta

Graves,
lunar sleep keeps well,
well-wishers dwell.

Carcass swell,
full flesh wanes soft,
quick frost defrosts.

Then,
Class Insecta. Blind
bite, night gnaw-
ing on wet lawn
string through
perky juvenile floor,

thick cover over
six-square deep sleep.

They eat.

 

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21 thoughts on “Class Insecta

  1. Graves, carcass swell, bite, flesh! Another dark but great poem! Love it!
    Especially the last two words! “They eat.”
    creepy and I like it!

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