Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

The Wasp Killer

He is no wasp killer,
this man I love.
Three different times now he has swung a newspaper
at the red-winged devil trying to build a nest at my back door,
and three times he has struck out.
Perhaps it is our vegetarian diet
that has left him unable to kill.
That instinct, that drive,
that leopard-like quickness, has been tempered by too much tofu and kale.
Now he is content to watch the ant crawl across the kitchen counter,
share space with the lone spider as he spins his web in the stereo cabinet,
and make friends with the honey bee buzzing near him on a park bench.
It is as if he has lost some “animalness” needed to survive in this world,
or rather what he is told he needs to survive.
I like him much better this way.