Monday, November 30, 2020

Dead Bug Epiphany

by G. Jack Urso



i hit the insect 


                with one swift


W H A C K ! ! !


                breaking the body apart


spilling blood and limbs




E V E R Y W H E R E 



moving . . . grasping


                to the last of life 


it will ever know


                the damn thing just won't die


so i give it a quick death


                having given it knowledge 


of its mortality



whatever else i may be


                to this bug


i am god


i have become the eternal