102207a
I feel bad
Killing the ants
That have staked claim
To my bathroom
And wonder
If I inclined
Cauliflower ear
Would I then hear
Happy melodies?
I cannot help
But imagine,
While they go down
The drain,
How much we share
In common.
I also wonder
If ants feel pain
When I crush them
Between my fingers
The same way
I would feel pain
If god picked up
My squirming body
And crushed it.
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.
102207b
God must have been very lonely
In order to create friends
That stopped talking to him
I cannot help but feel bad
Having been on the outside
Sitting in silence myself.
© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.
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