Today in my normal ignorance I save a fly.
Fell in my beer jug after I wafted my hand.
Thought what do I do?
Decided to gently pick it out with chopsticks.
Put it on the table in a minute puddle of beer.
Thought maybe it get drunk.
Watched it as it tried to dry.
Thought I know I'll heat it up with a cigarette.
Put it close but not as trying,
To set ants on fire with a magnifying glass,
As a child, that I now confess to.
It seemed to wander as half drowned,
And was clever enough not to fall off the table.
I followed it with the heat, and eventually it flew off.
I felt gratified I had not killed it.
Then moments later a small Gheko
Bounced on and off heart.
I think there is something missing here.
No god, no religion, just acceptance,
That life is permanently impermanent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem