The striking Luna moth emerges from its cocoon
without a mouth because its short life will be devoted
entirely to reproduction.
-- Plonk’s Moths and Butterflies
Although I can't know what the now
Of moths without a mouth might be,
I hope they are content with how
Design ensures posterity:
The organ of their larval duty—
Consuming every leaf in sight—
Effaced for purposes of beauty
That serves a different appetite.
I trust they just desire to merge.
I’d hate to think that, in despair,
They’d have this sudden gnawing urge
To open up what isn’t there.
by Robert Crawford
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