Birds are flying away -->
Ode to the Death of a Cockroach
Oh, my dear Gregor Samsa, I killed you.
Please do forgive me - it was my convenience to do so. B
The world passes but nothing's new.
to be fair,
you did walk into your own death.
I am sorry,
though not enough to find a tiny flower
to cover your tiny body.
Not an hour,
not a minute, not a dozen seconds
will be spent to lament your hapless shell.
From your prosaism to proscription to prosecution,
I couldn't find myself guilty.
was to find you
and I am right.
You are nothing.
Take your last breath
Sorry, we only had the chance to bond
through your death.
It's okay, you didn't have the heart to pursue beyond
the next few seconds anyway.
"Now what the hell do you suppose is eatin' them two guys?"
Haha, solid. Yay for Gregor Samsa.