Buy-fly Die!

Damselfly freely fornicating on the wind,
Your act sustains your beauty for those who see.
With us, the blind define life as evil –
a veil for their own ills.
There exists no pornographic rape
in the world of wingéd creatures.

Lay your eggs, damselfly; you must fly away.

Do you marry in the wingéd world?
Someone must surely know,
for we have all been wingéd
at some moment of broad expanse.
Are there husband-flies whose damsel-wives cringe
at the sound of midnight footsteps?
Some drunken fly stumbling to find fault,
with face glowing rage and reeking lust?

Lay your eggs, damselfly; you must fly away.

It is a lazy coward who seeks to own their own.
Whose idea was it to oppress sacred life?
Some morbidly grotesque Kahn
robed in silk and fine ribbon, bereft of worth?
Torpid aristocrat! Flies above you toil for sustenance
and vie with dance to nurture life.

Lay your eggs, damselfly; you must fly away.