To the Entomologist

By: K. Jan Harvey

You gave me your peculiarities,
Your ether and jar,
And I see they have gotten you pretty far.
I dreamed of held back tears
And wasted years
And fears confronted to the noise of cheers.
The ethered cotton balls are in my ears.
A spike passed through my back;
But to you it was only a pin put beneath the fingernail
Which claws the limp earth forward through the solar system.
Wisdom says you'll soon forget me,
But it echoes, I'll remember thee
And your peculiarities.