Too Many To-Dos

A myriad of necessities / Scatter like loose embers, / Float away from me, / As I gather them, / Slip through the gaps / Between my fingers, / For I have only two hands…

Harpaphe Haydeniana

A many-legged, miniscule marauder, / A stealthy, silent soldier, / Feeds upon the decaying and the dead. / With a mouthful of rusty needles, / He fertilizes the forest floor, / Decorates his shiny, black, skeletal armor, / With mustard-yellow war paint, / Warns away the furry, bucktoothed giants, / And the feathered, beaked pilots, / Tempted to pierce and crack / The forest infantryman’s bony plates, / And receive a mouthful of cyanide…