If Death Is Worse Than Nothing, Is Nothing Better Than Death?

Someone jokes in the car.
Puns are bugs on windshields.
They remind you something

About words is between
You and the world, screening
From the winds, protecting

Even while allowing
You to see through clearly,
Or more clearly, at least,

Than you could at this speed
Barefaced, your eyes streaming
Blurs, dead bugs in your teeth.