By And By

 

Not blind from drink but a staggered walk was how it caught my eye.
Across the summer scorched concrete plain desperately it tried.
Monoliths dared halt the effort as its passage was denied.
Around or over the met obstructions it hardly lost its stride.
Aloft to be should torn wings have strength enough to fly.
An exhausted will left a broken form as it lay upon its side.
Struggled still against life’s fate it vehemently defied.
Silent was a final gasp and it’s absent cry.
Alone and lonely with none to say an eternal bid goodbye.
Ensued a festive carnage then by those who need to hide.
Twas I a voyeur to the moments of how an insect died.
To all be but a mere distraction one day in late July.