they bite to survive
there’s no finesse
you exhale CO2 and they’ll
find your flesh in thousands
repellents work a bit but
the pests perversely
zero in on the
stink of it
and then buzz agitated
insanely ravenous until
hunger drives them to
the wall and suicide
sheer numbers produce
efficacies which defy our
reasoning but think of it,
we’re not the species they’d
choose first anyway
© 11 February 2010, I. D. Carswell
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