Thursday, April 19, 2007

Poem for the Day

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From Yusef Komunyakaa's Talking Dirty to the Gods


A jeweled wasp stuns
A cockroach & plants an egg
Inside. In no time, easy
As fear eats into someone,

The translucent larva grows
Beneath its host's burnished
Shell. The premature stinger
Waits like a bad idea, almost

Hidden. Summertime
Breathes on a thorny leaf.
Before the new wasp breaks
Free, they are one. No longer

Fat on death's fugacity,
By tomorrow afternoon
It will cling to a windowscreen
Bright as Satan's lost tiepin.


Poet with a Day Job said...

Love that book by Yusef...

RJGibson said...

Me too. I reread it at least once a year.