A drop of dirty life
on the wall
— the insect pest
with a lust stronger than mere sex
dreams of a fiery mating with
the luring lamp.
The reptile, a cold ugly streak of hate,
waits with its coiled sarcastic tongue.
—Annihilation in ambush.
The heart atremble waits.
Will the breathless counting of moments
end in defeat?
The insect and the lizard
fighting eternally.
Whom will you champion?
How far will you argue
with defense and prosecution
both in doubt?
Sweat if you please
to fit everything
into the chequer pattern
of black and white, and light and shade,
—dyes of your self-delusion.
Plumb the dark depths.
And scale the frozen heights.
—All in vain.
The fancy equation of Aye and Nay
can only be solved by guile.
Who knows!
the lizard and the flea are not foes perhaps
unless time flows.
Don't shake the screen
to peep behind so often.
—Rather watch the show go on.