The Cyclone Within
The Creatures in the Basement
My wife is upset with me again
She never wanted to see those creatures
Down there, crawling
We better call the pest control
She said
And kill them all,
Once for all.
For me
A different story
A vision of every life’s right to survive
In any form and shape
Who am I to destroy?
One’s for the sake of mine?
Instead of disgust and fear
I am fascinated
By the beautiful shape of their bodies
By the hundreds of legs one uses to walk so quickly
While the other one can jump 100 times of its own length
And calls for its mate desperately
With a voice so shrilled.
With not much to eat
Nothing to drink
No friend or lover to give company
Each leads a life of a hermit.
How can I kill them?
((*.*))
July 4, 2007 |