When a crazy blue
ladybug lands on a
kneeling aphid and
loves it without sex or roses.
The spots on a ladybug, revealed
as carbonized hearts, seen to be
relics of reborn saints, who are the eyes
of all who are watching her.
Tongueless, silent (not
silenced), unspoken by non-
human animals, such as dung
colorful, spotted beetles.
Autumn’s end, when the last few
ladybugs stammer onto the sills
to dry, and that’s how there was
goodness in their skeletons that
sit there, in constant atrophy.