Emerald Wasp, The

The Emerald Wasp
was first upon me
at the nape of a rock
In La Rochelle.
The jade insect cast a
gangrenous shadow over me
as I baked to achieve a bronze body.
It spoke to me in 'phlegm-ish'
eyebrows hairy, sucking viscous drool,
reflecting my surprise in the crystal stem of its body jewels.
Three times more since that day
I have seen the green hornet.
With its poisonous tongue and muscular sinew
To me now, the emerald wasp is all of you.
Jealous of the people it stings,
and angry at the meat it feeds on.