The Moth To The Flame Poem by David Thomas

glitter into the night
full of nothing good, nothing right
and settle on the light bulb
dully flickering above the burning
crackling fire,
your ancestors died here
as will you most likely,
yet here you sit gazing
wildly at the open flame
does this mesmerize you?
does this enrapture your soul?
oh dear moth,
you are nothing but a creature on which we step
but this flame
this flame that you are so adorned to,
does it make you jealous?
of how easily we may summon it
and of what raw complexity it contains?
you sit there wildly gazing
at the big hot open flame,
the sounds of rain clouds forming
and the darkness comes again.