No, not with you or any of my kind,
But with a pair of coupling dragonflies,
Spindles gun-blue with wings of filmy black,
Will I embalm the last shreds of my mind.
Let chrevroned grasshoppers in full green dress
Parade in chaos where my body lies
To show me off, and I'll salute them back
While overflights of butterflies impress
The spies among the reeds. Oh, let me take
My leave of water striders as they row
To keep their station, court in ripples, make
Quick, bright-ringed shadows on the rock below,
And fireflies, dancing on the edge of night,
Flashing their itch against the fading light.
--- Joe Fineman email@example.com
||: I wish I had never been born -- but who has such luck? Not one in ten thousand. :||