Death in Cabernet Shiraz
Cabernet is a sea
Something is strange
I see it, is drowned
Not yet sunk
I recall fallen leaf
Ant on it in current
And the shout
"It's flood..."
Size matters
It depends on you, I
(Who we are; what is done)
One insect in my glass
I see it in red wine; it's small
Its head down, wings are wide
Spread; it is gone
Life's over
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