On One Hand Low, On The Other, Not One Glow
where are the stars that danced and dazzled them?
were those fooling fads, pathetic paper-fuelled fires?
or lighting bugs having a reaction inside their bodies?
they seemed to have awed and blinded gullible souls
now the same souls have landed hard on the ground
it's not green -- it's gross, so gross it has hairy horns!
they cry, they're low, not high but dry and scrawny
they say they see big winged beetles: high, roving
since twinkling stars are not fireflies' kinsfolks at all