Poem :: Wasp

The lone wasp severely stares
Unaware to feign ignorance
The prey awaits his damnation
The predator in preparation 

Licks his mandibles deliciously
Compound eyes pause watching curiously 
Wings' vibrations are furious
His intention verifiably dubious

Pounces
Lunges
Maims 
Kills

One crushed dead
Gorges until bloated
At an incredible speed
He gloats of his greed

Care less for vegetarians 
Quite a malleable sectarian 
When his religion is confronted
All claws are drawn 

Rapid fire complex communication
At times purely for satisfaction 
Strenuous for others' to speak
Threats become his red steaks 

Elaborate hierarchy in his society
Best to learn this quickly
Those who do not conform 
Devoured in a violent storm 

Nobody wants to be like him 
Not that anyone wish to be
I became one and I screamed 
And I will never break free