Where Wasps Come to Die?
More an observation than a poem, though it has been said that if you call something a poem, then it’s a poem, in this case aided perhaps by the allusion in the last line.
Where Wasps Come to Die?
For the second time this month,
a wasp has appeared on the office carpet
in more or less the same spot.
The diminutive intruder languished in its last throes,
antennae scarcely moving above the striped torso,
For a second time we try a little dissolved sugar
as an emergency revival technique, but to no avail.
Tentatively we escort the remains down stairs
on its last flight.