Having studied with care

how one orchid mimics the female wasp

issuing matching pheromones

so the buzzing little vespa

enters to disgorge himself inside her

pollinating there despite his best intentions

our man looks up from the table.

Closes the book with a slam.


So be it then.


Once I have shot the ponies

marked this territory out with

paraffin trails

left necessary notes to all necessary people

I’ll go on a visit.


And so Madame Orchid

open your zigzag petals wide.

Monsieur Wasp is come a-wooing.


Alan Wall