Bug flies
into my eye
And then
He dies.
I’m not suprised
At his demise.
Game over,
Red Rover!
Take that bug lord!
Ka-pow!
I then ignore,
Or so I try;
Hand upon the handlebar
Weaving back and forth.
Eyes watering,
Hand to eye,
Stickyness
And parts of bug.
I blink,
And blink,
And blink.
Which makes me think.
If this one little bug
Effects me so
How will I go?
Incovenience of death?
A body that remains?
People’s lives then
Swerved off course?
But more than that,
We feel.
We feel the grief of passing
That a bug will never know.
We feel the loss inside us
And we weep.
Weeping like my blink,
To help put aside a loss
Of loved ones dear,
We’ve not forget.
Within that grief
We’re found!
Our lives are but a bubble
Between water deep and sky.
Yet, to rail against the lord of bubbles
Makes no sense
We die.
© G. Burns 13-Apr-2012