Why should I save you?
This mayfly, flapping and wriggling like a fish of the air
made of lacework and tarnished copper,
in a web.
Why deprive a spider of rare taste:
this tiny dragon semi bound
by wing to frantic antennae,
crumpled by tenacious silk?
The finest thread of iron glue holds
as you struggle in fragile futility.
I can break the chain with a fine stem,
teasing from your delicacy
and you flicker up like a mechanical jewel
and into your short future.
Why have I saved you?