#poetry - enter the scorpion (for Basho's frog)

an ancient pond 
a frog jumps in
the splash of water 
-Basho

had i bones i would aspirin them
had i conscience i would not need you
had i soul and still do have
there by the sword you are fine as you are
there with pulse you for granted play
there with a dab of this here stinger i kiss you
my drug the light and loss there of your eyes
my pre-echoing your acquiescent way
my right to bad in this ancient pond we sink
slow, quiet and with no splash.