the dying of the £1 wasp

the dying of the £1 wasp

trapped within
a cheap card shop,
closed tight, for the night,
a wasp nudges the window
over, and over, and over,
straining for first light.

struggling
for a small wasp breath,
in a forest of what
was once, so many trees.

i doubt it makes
any difference,
that you can get
five garish cards
for only £1.00.