Cockroaches

Oh the goddam cockroaches! Like living aliens from 50’s movies: and in my house! Where do they live, these errant knights? In search of food, and greasy squires, as they scurry across the kitchen’s night. One’s without a leg, a skirmish with a skink? And two just stare at each other; lovers, or two males looking for a fight? It’s hard to tell which is which and what is what, amid the morning heat; but I live in hope, that they’ll migrate, one day across the field; to the rich man’s house, that looks so neat, and share upon his wealth.