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Bugs (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I don't mind so much when insects explode on my windshield. So colorful these small Picassos Thin green wings splay over a jealous yellow blur shimmery silver plays on a fluid blue signature. The way humans die is not so vivid. Slowly browning and wilting. Inside, a monochrome.

timtonio 5-Aug-04/8:45 PM
I like the "something more" that I see in this poem. The contrast between the death of a bug "as just part of beautiful nature" and the death of our own species which is something much more ugly(to us). We are willing to squash a thousand bugs(or other organisms)for every person we help.

"I don't mind so much
when insects
explode"





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