By A.R. Perez

Two wasps built a nest on my porch,

I doused them with forceful water,

Tearing starter home from the ceiling;

The two fought against the water,

Desperately returning to the tiny house,

Trying to save the cradle, but I kept

Spraying with intentions of killing them. 

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Giant human against two teensy forms,

Fulfilling destinies, as God intended,

I altering all our trajectory’s,

Me against Gods perfect plan,

Gleefully snuffing their small souls;

Unlike me, they fought with ferocity,

I couldn’t against equally dire odds.

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As I sprayed my spirit waned,

Knowing I was the evil wrong doer;

Yes, in man’s world we have dominion,

In Gods, we are free to be devils,

Choose blissful hater or soulful saint;

One died and the chosen one lived,

Flying in search of a dream gone,

One perhaps full of unborn children.

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Is it a scar on my soul, another entry in

My ledger read aloud before angels on

The last before entry? I am no longer

Without care for actions such as these,

I cannot unsee imbalance and injustice,

Flaky might proud of such puny rights.

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I crushed a kindred wasp in my room,

Harmlessly on my bed, I grabbed it,

In a towel crushed by scared hands;

Before flushing, instead tossed outside,

Him or her, who knew, have they sexes?

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Fearful I quickly closed the door,

Watched it still writhing,

Punch drunk from pathetic blows;

Returning later it was gone, flown away,

How much stronger than I or any;

In days reclaiming the chosen spot,

Rebuilding its defiant castle.

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