The Wasp

meander slowly around the trees seeking the source of the irresistible
your industry is paper houses but your crime is mass murder
off with the heads of all who rush to save their larvae
subject to torture before being born to fight back
inevitable distortions lost threads of reason
ancestors swiped from the electric dreams of small creatures
eyes quivering in semi lighted cohesion escaped undetected
as taxidermy became popular there are husks littering the neighborhood
and people gather them before the night sets in