Last night, hunting inspiration, <br />I turned again to Mr Heaney. <br />Sometimes just one word <br />of his is enough to <br />let some of my own spill - <br />not tonight though. <br /> <br />Instead I found a bug, <br />spread-eagled inside 'North'. <br />As perfect as poetry <br />its dessicated carcass <br />imprinted sure as memory <br />amongst the great man's thoughts, <br />and I smiled to think it had <br />expired willingly upon the page - <br />buzzing - like the rest of us.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buzzing/
