I got something in.

It's not a poem that brings out strong feelings or opinions in me, but I very much enjoy how the narrator sings their praise with such charming casual fondness.

My first impression was that this air of moderate appreciation was a perfect fit for the prompt, but even after looking up what "inordinate" means I still think it fits the poem perfectly. No grandeur needed. A sweet, lyrical "I just think they're neat."

The first couple of stanzas have some off stress patterns, but it mostly sticks to the structure. On in particular can hinge on a word having different pronunciations, perhaps regionally. Like auxiliary—I've mostly heard it pronounced as four syllables, as if the second "i" isn't there, but the line requires it to be five, and even then it's forced into the meter.

As to what happens in it, it' a fine low-key look at the benefits beetles give us even as we endure the minuses. It's cute. I do wonder who else is submitting prompts but doesn't participate.

A Quarter of the Living World

>>Corinna, >>Pascoite

Thanks for the kind comments! The prompt was a famous quote by J. B. S. Haldane, who was purportedly asked if his study of the natural world had revealed anything to him about its Creator.

This little poem did not emerge in the shape in which I imagined it, but I am pleased with how it came out.