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
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