Tuesday Poem: the wasp, suicide.

the wasp, suicide.

never still and quivering
marked by violent warnings
in the wings with a cyanide sting
crawls the wasp, suicide

a demon in disguise
nom-de-plume Circe
suicide swarms over apples
simulating mercy

wasp-cum-angel
every angle covered
fingering our sweet fruit
like a lover

three times at my door
antennae pricking
sidling over me once more
for easy pickings

when my time is done
I’ll go
I pray
not by those weapons

stung by the wasp suicide
the lying spirit

Tuesday Poem

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Writer and researcher.
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