Ode to a… huh?

Here,
Among the metal trays,
This vampire of the water,
Stolen from its treasure,
Left to die
From the loss of
Your holy water.

Here,
among all the fish,
The butterfly
of the ocean
A flexible mushroom,
You are a transparent rock,
A bioluminescent plastic bag,
A pulsing balloon

Here,
among the New York City
streets and alleys
crawling,
sniffing,
sneaking,
disturbing
New Yorkers
and tourists.
Looking for
any food
crumbs cover
their noses
searching
desperate
for any rotten
type of food,
roaming through
filthy garbage.

You are a
beautiful
piece
of
meat
Full of
Vitamin D
with all
the time
you
spend
sunbathing in
the country grass
When I see
you in
the deli aisle
I plead
that you
come home
with me

Your body is viscous,
barely substantial.
You face
shows a life of sorrow.
To pick you up it would be
quite a handful.
Like gripping some living beef tallow.
No one understands you,
they think you’re a slob
A sentient mass of mucus.
Don’t worry now, friend, you’re still
my blob.
Their hazing will be fruitless.

The silent digger
eating our trash
keeping earth clean
and our dirt fertile
The helper
Giving us the source
to grow food to eat
Our decomposers
doing their all
to save the earth
we keep hurting
Working
and
working
All
for
Us

In the cage,
which you live in,
with your shiny
tummy, grumbling for food.
You have lived in
many places, the
deserts of Egypt,
and the meadows
of Australia,
making friends with
kangaroos.
You survived the
dust storm of
1989, and lived
to see the
generations of
chickens hatching.
And although people
may be disgusted by you,
no one heard
your triumphant
cries, as you fought
off intruders, that
tried to get into
your home.
And no one know
your story, and what
you have been
through.

Here, among the hair follicles of my arm,
lands the mighty mosquito,
equipped with
six hairy legs,
eyes that see all,
and a mouth that pierces the night sky.
Power of diseases:
Malaria, West Nile
flow through the veins
of the plagued mosquito:
an honor
that few bugs achieve.
But beware, mighty insect:
with one, swift, sweaty slap
of the righteous human hand,
all of the honor,
the power,
the glory,
comes
spilling
out.

Here,
among windows and pictures
in the corner of a home
in my bedroom
You built a home
a tiny
self-reliant
insect
You decided not
to take much space
just the spot
that would’ve been
unoccupied
Descended from
the most hot
and most moist
places
You came here
to keep me company
with your tiny legs,
tiny eyes,
and super powers
You decided to let
me live
A spy
a friend
a neighbor
a protector
a house keeper
But now you’re dead
you just fell to the floor
Your strong silk
is still there
But a memory
you will remain.
Bye, friend.

Here,
among the millions of grass blades
a powerful weapon
with flight and stinger
Not tied down
not caring
nor thinking
and the guts to attack me
You leave fire in your wake
so powerful
yet so small
and your name, holding infinite power