This corn must know it’s growing
Near a chocolate factory
Must smell the smokestacks
And know its own good murder
And we walk a chocolate town
Known by its chocolate river
And its invasive bugs, red on its
Underwings, stretched across
The calligrapher’s book to write its
Invasive thoughts upon,
Looking up with its orange eyes
In hopes of devouring the corn
And leaving its prolific eggs
The kids and the corn and now bugs know again
They are growing near a chocolate factory
And who slaved for what is sweet
D.H. Lawrence wrote of a sensual need for justice
And likewise
The beautiful red-brown lanternfly is smashed under thought
Blue Converse and mandate of state law
Just as the bug serves his own mandate
To devour the Pennsylvania picture at night
Beauty is Imperfection 