Wasps
Not only the threat of the sting.
Your bodies, bulbous, hovering,
obscene, I loathe, and your
angry buzz, like lawyers arguing.
Perhaps you’re excited
with your creation,
nest stuck in the eaves,
an insect Mesa Verde.
Who can say humans are
dissimilar, with our
constant traffic whizzing
round skyscrapers?
Looking up at your home,
alive with crawling bodies,
I think barrios of Ecuador.
Brothels of Calcutta.
Stock exchanges.
Parliament. Or perhaps
you are monks,
droning a spiritual
syllable, loving your world.
Everywhere beings
sing their self-importance.
--Karen Braucher
from Aqua Curves (copyright 2005),
first published in the journal Pool
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