The wasp rages in its belljar; it fights
against the glass, that warping of the air
it would escape, or fracture by its wrath.
Its vehemence consumes the spirit of the place,
signals its will to break free of constraints
imposed upon an insect superman…
…to break and fly and hunt and find and sting
and harm the world! Except for wasps;
for only wasps can matter.
Ignored as if a lie, its pitch and volume rise,
shrill and edged and utterly relentless,
until it dominates the room.