by Bruce Holsapple

Small moth folded dusty white
on the Desk Encyclopedia
zonked by the lamp I’d guess
but who could argue that, given
a disposition for light
At least it’s no longer flitting about
getting helplessly singed
I’m dumbly grateful for that
as insects rotate around this desk
no way to redress the pain
their tight insane circling
navigation systems jammed
expire in despair