Tap Dance
He moves down the row
driving a spike into their heads.
Tap tap - double taps
one tap would have done.
I think he enjoys it.
maybe his wife henpecks him.
I stare at the frog allotted to me;
small, green,
wide grinning mouth.
It looks like a cartoon drawing
as it sits motionless between folded legs.
I think it likes me.
I half expect it to make a sardonic quip
about the nerdy lab tech
and his thin silver death-prong.
Tap - Tap
Later, my frog is reduced to
just one limb attached to an oscillating current.
The leg dances on.
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