Through the Window

Darkness of night daubed behind panes of glass -

But I stand in the light of the room,

Separated from the night

And watch with muted disgust

As the insect hurls itself at the transparency keeping it in the dark.

Half crawling, its spluttering wings flitting horribly;

A grotesque, fluid body sewn to the vile monster head

With sickening, nightmare, mirror eyes greedy to the light.

Sympathy? To what condemned itself? Its hideous self.

Persistently, never ceasing, throwing at the glass, at the

Closed...