the sap boils and i can taste the aversion humans have towards augury, how we decry collected beetles from beneath the skin of dying giants. unlike C fumipennis, the smokey winged beetle bandit wasp, we forget the nesting sites,young mouths still unfilled & asking.
for many decades.we have set venom to vein—
this use of a slow-acting indifference to absolve predatory behavior, the hunger of one species to locate another,
of our insatiable eye that has since turned brackish, our appetite been termed uninhabitable. soon
even the wasps will no longer breed here. we will be left with only the biomass of beetles thriving underneath our slack surveillance