poem: bug

a fly or a moth
striking again and again at a bright warmth
crushing itself against a shut portal

a roach or a spider
writhing in the pain of each survived murder
rising again with one less leg

a brave, inquisitive ant 
eternally lost in a tiny pantry
tiny ganglia brain struggling to recall 
just how or why it got there

small
persistent
stupid...
doesn't know any better
doesn't know it's in a box inside a box
doesn't remember the lessons of yestermonths

can't quite settle primeval desires

can't open a door by ramming the glass pane

but like bees and butterflies
and crickets that sing
beautiful is a life of infinite trying