Mother mosquito

Humming a slow sad song,
My ears can hardly tune in.
You fly around a mundane flight,
With a belly full of sin.

You sin for your babies, I’ve heard,
Those upside down infants.
Who know not your burden and life
Thriving gleefully in a thicker plane

“Infectant” is your other name.
It is called out in such disdain .
Crushed into a blood stain
That’s not even yours to claim .

But tonight I see a different story.
I see myself in your tiny body.
By letting you fly away unhurt,
My infinite selfishness I usurp.