Beetles
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BUGS IN HEAVEN?
Will there be butterflies in heaven
I should like to see them there
With all their gorgeous colors
My skin is hot
stranded
becoming something im not
no one in sight
loosing my might
loosing my fight
lost
my mother's voice
soft and sweet
Cutting and slicing and chewing your dirt,
You beetles seem hungry, in dire need of mirth
Your greetings are so similar- as same as they are curt
You run and crawl, and squiggle and sprawl, full of such energy at birth.
