George Anos Poet I do not know?

Insecticide

It’s you I see from the fluttering wings of the butterfly,
How your colours in it’s tireless flitting,
Could not steady itself,

It’s you I see, from the rapid wings of a dragonfly,
Transparency lost in a blur of paleness,
And hollow veins 

I don’t feel it initially, the same way a leech anaesthetizes,
Sucking blood when knee-deep in silent, murky waters,
Your emotional vampirism  

I hear you from the screeching of the cicada at night,
The darkness of your words and accusations,
Muting all that is rational

 I hear you from the hyper winging mosquito outside my ears,
A big bang of buzzing akin to your nasal snorts,
Irritating all my senses furiously

I know you scurry away from the light of my convictions,
Like a cockroach running away from light turned on,
Nosy antennae and all 

I pity the fly that arose from excreta and rot,
For there it settled on your vain skin,
One speck of a moment

I knew now why the mantis severed it’s lover’s head,
It was a woman after all,

There IT lies now, a nonentity,
No longer twitching, 
The final spasm over… 

There IT lies now,
Crunched under my hard feet!!!

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