National Geographic - July Issue
I'm tired of stale
bedridden words,
tired of using
this drooling, limp pen.
I need a new pen; I need
a Costa Rican wasp pen.
Her stinger stabs a spider
and then her babes emerge
and devour the stiff spider
like starving children sucking
marrow from old soup bones.
I want a pen this cold-blooded.
I want words that sting and devour.
I want to write with this wasp.
I want her to conjugate me a swarm.
Copyright 2005-Dan Campbell
