The broken beetle

I don´t want to know how it still lives
Singing amid the wounded beetle´s battle cry

I don´t want to know how it broke it´s legs
Or why...
 it´s pursuing me in the flooded dreamy lowlands

I don´t want to know it´s genus name
I just want to watch it die

I don´t want to live other´s dreams
And see mine come untied

I just want to fill the pool with my own insects
Ones that swim, crawl and fly

Enough about the broken beetle already
I´d rather watch it die

It won´t be me legless in the water
watching myself fail my last try