Forward
Hundreds of flies and moths have
chosen the light above my bed
as their final resting place
their tiny corpses casting imperceptible
shadows throughout the room
like dirty words from long ago
that have lost their intended meaning.
See the wisdom in all of this?
Weep for my martyred insects
and everyone else that has been drawn
towards the murdering light
and drown the world
with your good intentions.
- Chris Oke