A colony of red spider mites
invaded the lavender
on my lover’s window still.
I placed it there, to clean the air
and yet they bit and sucked and
spun. They are gone now, the lavender
oil was there demise, they drowned
in the water container next to the pot
and burnt in the Summer Sun.
I didn’t mean them harm, they didn’t
bite my arm. They lived and breathed
and fed, no eulogies left unsaid.
Nobody shed a single tear. Why
bother about a species of microscopically
small beings? We set an orange troll
into a white cage, now isn’t that
© Matthias Geh, 16th July 2018 Picture: Gilles San Martin