Japanese Beetles
Don’t be fooled, they carry
nothing of the Orient’s allure.
These voracious beetles,
if they had the appetite,
might easily bring down
the loftiest sequoia.
Depraved sexual deviants,
they deflower helpless roses
in broad daylight; and, like
Medieval artisans of yore
turn hardy zinnias into
empty-ribbed cathedral windows.
Their shells are hard like
scarabs, but charmless,
slicked with an iridescence
cheap and tacky like carnival glass.
Eager to reproduce their kind,
they feed and copulate
at the same time.
Sex has never lost its need
with any creature on this planet,
least of all these pesky beetles,
so a potent sex attractant does
the job. And even in the heat
of destructive flames, they go
at it mindlessly one last time.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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