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