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