A Black Metallic Lamp
I own a black metallic lamp.
It has a clamp,
with a spring locking device,
to hold it secure.
It illuminates me,
but in doing so it draws small winged
insects towards it's aurora.
Causing them to experience the bulb's warmth.
Where inside, along the ridge and around
the perimeter of the shade, they gratfully rest.
But, as they bask in the bulb's glow,
these tiny insects become incapacitated;
while the heat slowly burns them to death.
And as more and more join the others I wonder,
are they just foolish creatures or wise matrys?
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