What Does A Cricket Know Of Death? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What does a cricket know about death?
In his leaping heart, a meadow's weft
The rasping sound that silence left
Reading forward with each step bereft.
What does the cabbage white know?
Fluttering about like a flake of snow

What did any of them know about American buffalo?
Slaughtered to the cowboy shouts of Tallyho,
What did any of them know about the three dead moles?
Strung out on a barbwire fence full of holes
Like a dewy wet necklace, all hung out, dispose.
 
What does a cricket know about death?
In his leaping heart, a meadow's weft
What does the cabbage white know?
Fluttering about like a flake of snow
At times. I wish - I was a dead mole full of holes.
Because after this life, I know another life extols.