Samsa and Delilah

A cockroach came, a wretched thing,
Appearing from a shaded corner,
Wanting nothing more than to go
On with its unquestioned life. I flicked
It to the floor and stamped, and, with
A snap, that life had ended, almost
As if one it loved had told it, “Go away.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-14 at 00:24

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