Some fucker flew in

Some fucker flew in my red wine glass, 
and 
I didn't even notice. He'd been 
in there for a good little while 
before I saw. 
I found him in there, to the side, 
all dead. Had to be, I thought. He'd been 
fully immersed! So I held the wine 
away, to the side, and I fished him out 

he was wet and harder 
then I thought 
he would be. 
I thought 

"some moth?" 

I just didn't want
him to dissolve under 
my finger!  
I fished him out dead, 
and hard, and sad

and I flung him out
and down, and he hit
my leg 
and flew off

I couldn't even tell you 
what I have done