I bought an ultraviolet lamp
to get rid of the infestation of mosquitoes in my house.
And there they go, one after another.
No matter how many times they have seen their comrades
trying to pose on the lamp
which calls them in such a lovely way
and leaves them with a snap, fried,
steaming slightly, their shells crisp, ruined.
They cannot avoid the attraction of this abyss
and fly to their death, fascinated,
blinded by a love that will destroy them.
When I see them I think that my behaviour
towards everything I love
has not been very different.