Yesterday, I made notched cotton reel
and candle tanks and tied on each
a little waxy sack.
In awe of their extreme anger
I knew from the first, I’d use the wasps,
that’s why I hid them in a drawer
with pens, spells and assorted rubber bands.
Tonight I let them out.
On charge, without goodbyes, the yellowjackets boarded, driving past my face,
the last August light.
Flies and bears would
never do. Badgers are all used up…
Yes, it is high time for those
wood chewing, stripy jacks with
their dripping oviposters
taking away our anxiety, etched yellow, in their little waxy sacks.