The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle that we tread upon In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

To apprehend thus Draws us a profit from all things we see, And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-winged eagle.

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.

Those are the closest beetles nearest the project site.

The Creator, if He exists, has a special preference for beetles.