Mosquito Poem by Pierre Rausch

One would have said that they were
threatened
The most formidable that it was possible
He would have been alarmed
That black and deformed thing
He would have to fly, calling
Would have taken good care
Mosquito, all pure and radiant
With tremors and anxiety
Mosquito, one would have said
Not to show myself
He set out on his way
Would have hurt his eyes on emerging
Would have taken good care
Would have hurt his eyes on emerging
In the presence of these lights
Which we have already put to ourselves
He proceeded like a man
That he was no longer the same man
That about him was changed