Belljar

The wasp rages in its belljar;  fighting
against the glass, that warping of the air
it would escape, or angrily fracture.
Its vehemence consumes the spirit of the place,
signalling its will to overcome constraint
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. 

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