Featured: Micrommata virescens
Death of an AntSometimes I wonder while squishing an ant
If maybe I just killed the insect Rembrandt.
Or maybe a Mozart or Gandhi or Bell--
If he was special, how could I tell?
What if, in my moment of deepest frustration,
I wrecked the future of bug civilization?
What if every one of those spiders I've killed
Caused the words of a prophet to remain unfulfilled?
Or those beetles I drowned in the asparagus bed--
Who cares for the family when the parents are dead?
But then a mosquito leaves an itchy red welt,
And I'm no longer sorry for the death that I've dealt.
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