Wednesday, August 12, 2009

For Bug Week: A Hymn To Be'gotcidi

Son of the Sun and trickster of our souls,
Be'gotcidi is Lord of the Insects,
A dirty god, as James Hillman extols
When he talks "Going Bugs" and the effects
These creatures have, in life and in our dreams.
Like these, his creatures, Be'gotcidi lands
Where'er he will, just to elicit screams --
Through us is how he souts -- as with his hands
He grabs at us to make us sing. Valery
In L'abeille knows this too, as he
Finds in a deadly, delicate small sting
Administered in warning by a bee
A "gold alarm" that is a wake-up call
To pay attention to the great and small.

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