Fire Flies
If you were born in city:
Their luminous enamor is inexorable;
You never capture them at night; mind empty,
And ensnared by their mysterious un-effable
That that dismal night wistful,
That that glow distance stars solace,
That that expert called complex chemically obscenful,
Because they never infrared, nor ultraviolet frequence
Oh, you older than race, and electricity,
I called you my reticent little light,
Can enemy of infrastructure be in your identity?
Suburb me in the city now, can't see you at night,
Why can't you wait for our children, children;
To know promethean nature once light dark night;
Before the travested beauty of electrical exaltation,
Where they struggle to name, and classified your might,
They name you Polyphaga,
They fame you in Coleoptera,
You radiate amongst Arthropoda,
And they added you in Elateroida.
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