Polka-Dot Wasp Moth

Grass as thick as hair
runs the length of the east fence.
Under the half-dug oleander, your shining
black setae runs over spots on orange skin.
You are born and bred to chew
the soft veins of the earth —
a purpose, easily understood.


Poem by C.L. Liedekev

C.L. Liedekev is a poet who lives in Conshohocken, PA, with his real name, wife, and children. He attended most of his life in the Southern part of New Jersey. His work has been published in such places as Humana Obscura, Red Fez, MacQueen’s, Hare’s Paw, River Heron Review, amongst others. His poem, “November Snow. Philadelphia Children’s Hospital” is a finalist for the 2021 Best of the Net.