Human fragility-poems

Ladybug

Paper and paint, writing and melody

Jumbled on the table, complete serenity

That's silenced with a fall, in the amidst of it all

By a ladybug on my sheets standing small.

I pause and admire the concept for a while

Then turn back to existing, the bug isn't worthwhile.

I paint and write and sing and sweat

Remember the intruder, then check... it's dead.

I pause and admire the concept, thoughtful

Poor bug, I liked it, life sucks, how awful!

Then a grim giant abled of destruction picks it up gently

And places it on the table where my soulcraft lay deadly.

I nudge it curiously, and get startled when the insect sputters

It trembles and spins, legs wiggle in shudders

So in its little glory, on my sheets, it was only napping perhaps

Then instinct kicks in as it crawls beneath my paper scraps.

„I must hide or I'll die" could be what its little head chants

that's groomed meticulously by scrawny, quivering hands.

How weird that it does that since nudged, and scrapes away at its face

„Even in anguish, I must be beautiful, or I will feel like a disgrace

As I dry up and cease, legs tangled on my belly and upturned gaze."

I offer it a droplet of water, but it crawls away

So I leave it be, for I have an important mission anyway

To paint, and write, and sing, and sweat

Until I'm blind, unmoved, and trapped and dead.

Hours bleed, outside it's dark, I should eat soon

I need to stop, although I love, and tidy up the room

So as I gather the paper, as clean as I am able,

I look and find a smudge of guts on the table.