10 March 2010



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