Mosquito Mosquito, burning bright
Fearsome shadow in the night
Tiny devil of the day
Searching out immensest prey
Animal with no remorse
Dying hoards with little force
Are your own doing
Your own bringing of death
With little warning and little fear
Your tiny body is very near
The blood you drink the blood of life
Is yours to kill and your flesh to knife
Mosquito mosquito burning bright
Beneath the sheets in the night
Noiseless killing, maiming and death
Drawn upon my living breath
What great hands and what great heart
Did blast you from creation’s start
What blasted brain and rotten mind
Did create your demon shape and
Evil flying devil kind?
It reminds me of Blake and D.H. Lawrence.
Did you have Lawrence in mind, too, for this? I don’t think a lot of people know his “The Mosquito.”
http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/Classic%20Poems/Lawrence/the_mosquito.htm