A Stink Bug Knows

Now that we’re old.

The body knows

Its movment’s not fluid;

Nothing just flows.

The Brain is silent

It can’t recall

What’s on it’s mind.

But it’s not much at all.

The bladder knows

That feeling full

or feeling fully empty

feel identical

The exoskeleton knows

that time and abuse

by wet and weather

make a carapace loose.

Most bugs are blessed

to have no words

to prate or debate

like human nerds.

A Stink Bug Knows

But cares not why

We who must live

Must surely die.

No life form knows

Either how or why

We come and go

As time goes by.

But Time knows

Each single birth

Lights up the night

All over the earth.

And this old beetle,

Wise as an owl

can speak while asleep:

But not understand.

(nee Pinacate Beetle)