Cockroach

Across the white of table bread and yellow plated cheese
Upon the black fictitious grapes, it wheezes its disease
It crawls, its scrawny legs cluttering the revulsion's sight
Look at this nocturnal insect parading pride in pallid light

And so one, then suddenly a thousand more, and still more
From draw I thought secured, from every vessel held in store
The little beasts come dragging a gay appetite to the floor
And with so much resilience, so much flare, some would adore

But I, something in the hygiene of my upbringing, shudders me
With looming tragedy for this, a population depleted I see
By pest and pestilential tolerance, trembles me now with rage
That cockroach could destroy us, and rule the coming age.

Mutating from the fission and fusion that left us hopeless, bare
The fallout from divine grace, and this shimmering cold now here
What shall be our harvest, except the wintry white of fear
Nothing saps their resistance now, the cockroach is everywhere

Profile this, in every four thousand species plus, every size and shape
Four common species threatens our mortal dust, O wanton rape
Think you that their triumph shall not call from hell more tragic forms
To chew and shred and intoxicate the procreation of our norms

I hear the scratching of the spindly legs, see sick white chitinous wings
I am filled such foreboding of the plaques this evil brings
And we make boundaries with indifference, call them the species at risk
Forbid their public swatting, stomping, crushing them quick and brisk

O let me see the putrid gut inside, let me hear the crunch of flesh
Let me use the new insecticide to bomb them from behind the mesh
Splatter them where they fester, let us kill this insect by decree
What though some berate us, for we make a dark hole in ecology.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010



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Date: 11/18/2010 12:02:00 PM
This sure is very impressive-- I never would have thought to read such an eloquent write on cockroaches but here I am and enjoying it immensely-- you sure are an amazing poet, David! -- nikko :)
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Date: 11/18/2010 11:55:00 AM
It quite amazing that these little blighters could survive a nuclear war. You have captured them splendidly with your words David >> James
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Date: 11/18/2010 7:30:00 AM
those are the things of my past. in old houses in which we use to live. places where children through food everywhere. jhl
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Date: 11/16/2010 11:51:00 AM
I had to stop back to tell you thank you for reading my poems and leaving your kind comments. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/16/2010 11:46:00 AM
I can see it David. I hate those things with a passion. I can not see one single thing they are useful for. This is an outstanding write my friend. Love, Carol
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Date: 11/16/2010 5:10:00 AM
Sorry, P.D. I took two images of the cockroach, one ecological and the other anthropological, but inspiration gave the anthropological image the dominance, since we react to things not as they are, but as they appear. Thanks, and lots of love.
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Date: 11/15/2010 5:40:00 PM
Smiles, i so,, agree with u...lol..a bit twisted on the imagery...still enjoyed much,..p.d.
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Date: 11/15/2010 2:23:00 PM
Powerful images ... and very sustained
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