Bodies In Alignment Poem by Kevin Patrick

The wasp watches me
As I stare at it
Pensive with tweezers
Of academic esquire
That this derelicts of nature
Small brother in absentia
Should be compelled to wonder
The sedimentary escritoire
On top terrestrial ink blots
Perpendicular to my pen

For I should be alarmed
While caustically anxious
At the dagger protruding
From its cutting underbelly

But I am not afraid
Simply curious

That this Striped yellow jacket
Walking leagues across in inches
By a whisker to my eye sight
Should stop so near the wall
Of my left seated arm

Pink and inviting

It could easily pierce
The delicate dermis
Cracking it like a priceless Ming vase
Sending agony and pain
Of supernatural killer

But I know it won't

For we share the same void
Trapped in the nectar
Perusing dead end endeavours
Occupational uncertainty
For a life we are born
Inside internment camp choices


Yes we are the same
Underneath fluorescent sunlight
Of the 40 watt bulb
Weaving X ray inspections
Of our insectoid forms
Human and free, human and chainged


Now we are dressed in a vest
Of assimilating conscience
Mutating, Coalescing
A Hybrid prenuptial
Investiture
Of one
Into one
Bodies in alignment


I stair at the wasp
but its already me