A little man fried in oil
limbs in motion
stilled by the heat
A little man fried in oil
limbs in motion
stilled by the heat

Bugs unlike birds
do not flee my
innocent
port and shutter




I have troubled much
with death, have trod
with feet bigger
than all my life combined.
Stay me, Lord!
Hold me here to
pray like a tree.

Photo by Annegien
