what do bugs experience
in the light
drawn to the ultimate sexual task
to the vivid illumination
to incandescent being
circle upwards towards the light
drowsy humming from shard wings
slowly spiraling
born to hunger
to desire
never realize
never culminate
the double blinding wounding
the double deception
lands on the glass table top
immobile body burned rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice write, Marc. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks