A black beetle rips up
All the poems written about him
In the world
The history of its simple life
Consisted of flying
In and out of the flowers
Is now scattered around
Like chops of meat
An ancient Chinese poet’s poem
On the beauty of its shell
Gave it solace
He has copied the blackness
Of his unknown grandpa
The two lines of an African poem
( Two lines only )
Praising the large tubes
Sucking honey
Made him more pleasant.
