Servant of Seduction

What is the meaning
of attraction? Ask
the moth whose wisdom
is instinct. This too,

is sacrifice, the burning
of its body, ignited feathery
wings, fine black-ashen smoke.

And we are human, carefully
we hedge the heat, staying
damage by our fear, resisting
what our hearts might sense

like stone. Small insects,
nature's living flowers, how
dutiful, not-knowing they rush
into their light-filled deaths.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I really love this poem. Cleverly written and some thoughtful questions. Thanks.

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