Entomology

To understand your sense of self, your soul,
Your dreams, I studied entomology:
I know that you’re a bug, a lesser flea,
A mental gnat, a pest at the water hole,
A nuisance housefly on a kaiser roll,
And when mosquitoes sucked the blood from me
I thought of you, a lousy bumblebee,
A fungus beetle on a mouldy knoll.

Giant worms grope my intestinal tract,
From which great streams of diseased blood have gushed,
But thinking of them only leaves me hushed,
While your existence forces me to act,
To search out every nasty, precious fact
About insect destruction. You’ll be crushed.