Picking my shoe
I walked to hit, to kill
The cockroach
Hovering under my table
Like a fighter helicopter
Even as my horror
And anger ascended
I saw a dove like bird
That descended
And picked the roach
Before it multiplied
Her kind, a nuisance
And in my heart
The sense of annoyance
I walked to hit, to kill
The cockroach
Hovering under my table
Like a fighter helicopter
Even as my horror
And anger ascended
I saw a dove like bird
That descended
And picked the roach
Before it multiplied
Her kind, a nuisance
And in my heart
The sense of annoyance
Henry Victor 23.11.2007
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