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