Emperor Beetle
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An Emperor Beetle
A bug on my desk is green.
Florescent green.
Not dull, but yes lifeless.
Not the color, but the breath of the insect.
All is quiet.
Beauty remains.
Glittering “bling”, a king…
Maybe longer than some,
as they wear their insides,
on the outsides like armor.
Time, will still take his pieces.
One leg, one arm, one at a time.
Maybe to feed the ants?
Or just food for flowers?
Coming and going.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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