Moth, what know you of the flame?
You circle in your admiration and
your fascination and
its attraction are clear.
The blue light is yours but
claim it and die.
Do you know that?
And if you do,
what then?
Lemming, what know you of the sea?
You sprint to it
as a long awaited lover.
The waves sing to you
a siren's song but
it is a call heard
by none but you.
A promise of a watery grave
does not deter you.
Do you know what awaits you?
And if you do,
what then?
Mr. Black Widow,
what know you of your wife?
You preen and posture
as if before a mirror and
your affection is clear
and strong.
That dazzling beauty
waits for you but
you are to be a meal
in the afterglow.
Have you not heard rumors
of this?
And if you have,
what then?
Man, there is danger
in what you do.
Nature's destruction path
comes this way.
The view is great,
the land rich but
fire will burn
and water will flood.
Your home will surely
be lost.
Has history taught
you nothing?
Because clearly you knew and
built there still!