Cute in jars and cartoons,
precious to entomologists,
philosophers, poets
and Albert Schweizer
Cunning the way a fly,
a mosquito,
darts out of nothingness
and scurries around
a hairy leg
Misfits of terrible beauty,
pandemic pain, they never
ask before they gorge
Blinding, fatal to children
bathing by rivers,
sleeping on the ground
Plagues in daydreams
I fill with plans
to kill them all