Cockroach on the lip

of a teacup



while the woman upstairs



puts a bag over her head

& gasses the house





In conclusion, the lights go out; the soul is denuded





The insect makes no attempt to be heard

no scream



but, antennae waving like palm fronds before the Prince

of Peace, crawls into the cup 





To be destroyed, to be indestructible

this is always the question