Entomologist Poem by Mark Heathcote

The way you are neglectful and uncaring
the way you dangle love as a lure to deceive
portraying an image of what is to procure
then snatching it away is unforgiving.
Like a child that pulls off butterfly wings
hoping to stitch each membrane wound,
and seeing it fly again for you is a ruse
a kiss outward blew, inbound.
Like the Anglerfish,
it's the entomologist way-
to sheath what was beautiful.
Make it stay encased, grotesque.