#411 (colony)

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


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