Light-Trap

soft songs of south duck into

the misty mouth of smog eve

atop a deck of oak wood

shines a dim light under which

moths fight inner grief for life

they seek warm hides and find

only death waits in the light

and all life is dark and cruel

no sun in this bulb of shock

man made no astres nor life

for frail beast or other men

wage a fight with life and lose

man is not the force that wins

only death waits in the light

only life stops for one but

it does not yet stop for all