Two blue dragonflies stuck together fly
head to tail like two B-52s
refuelling, robot insect energy
driving too our poor pure animal brains
locked in human cells, clocks overwound
against the awful fact of all our endings,
generations swept away, firefly
pale green flashes weak against black, gone.
Rock, rock. The lake’s small waves lapping.
A Tiger Swallowtail feasts on black dung
shiny with seed or insect hulls
dropped by some small animal,
seems to revel in a life driven
only by animal insect energy,
glad in its brief time seems to dying say
to onrushing death, So fucking what.