The god that ate the world:

Annie's giant waterbug to the shell of a skinned frog,
The plump worm, skinnying itself in the cocksure beak of the backyard thrasher,
Frost's flower-walking spider to it's wispy, gullible moth,
The thick-headed, bovine breath to a field of luckless clover,
And finally, this windshield to what once must have been a butterfly on commute.