a silent nest of far away wasps
minding their own business
until you light a bit of smoke
and fan it in their direction
or prod the little maze
pockmarked with odd geometrical shapes
and watch a burst of yellow
wrath of angular blade
that stings without mercy
cover your face
and learn to dance
in that moment of invited hate
painfully prance
until you're dead or dying
desiccated discombobulated
a ripple that you're vying
comes expensive
the weight of each atom
costs a wretched agony
portentous burden
to ride you like a mule
spurring deep into ribs
drawing blood puncturing lungs
go on you must
to live a life
hideously blotched now
what was then a quiet strife
to fix with a tiny splash
ricocheted cavernous gash
alchemizing a meek thrill
into an irreversible hideous shrill
that seeps into your past
lives in your present
and dies with your future
septic wounds
no time could suture
make a vow
to your bosom hands shall clasp
leave it be
do not irritate the wasp
