Diptera.

The gnats, the flies
The flicker of tiny lives
Pluck, hairthin
Little mandolin strings
And even thoraic
Crystal veined wings
A full-body whirlwind

Engulf me, like the lamplight
And the fast-paced swarm flight
My minutiae friends
You make me feel like I
Might be dead without even realising
Diptera, you flatter me
But my sockets are closed
For business this evening

Imagine the giants
Slow-foot monsters
With no more than a pair
Of clumsy flightless wings extending
These inelegant
Artless things

The bugs, the bugs!
The success is stifling
The pitter patter of those
Tiny many feet
I feel so insecure
Amongst the evolutionary elite