What is the deal with insect themes? At any rate, a somber poem by Charles awaits:
I killed some wasps tonight.
One I smashed with a flashlight’s end
Another sprayed with Windex as it sought
The light’s heat that it thought it ought
They were near our home. So,
I went to where they lived,
Stuck a hose in hollowed rock
And flooded them all out
Because one bit me while
I played basketball. . .
The one that lived
Still as it squirmed, Windex splashed
And hid within a mason jar,
I picked it up on a bright pink hat
And saw its yellow stick legs
Reach out toward me
And I tossed it in the woodpile
Where it would die in the dark
As I sat waiting
And took off the black paintball mask I wore
To keep them out of my head.