Rest in Pieces | 2010
In the summer of 2010 I wrote a series of short poems which I compiled into a Visual Sketchbook. This is Entry #5
Brown and beige
antennae so long
I see you as an accessory to it
rather than it to you
especially with your tiny hair-like feet
rapidly scurrying along
only stopping
when you reach a dead end.
What fault had you
when the attestation was carried out
that oh-so-ordinary-day
when the sky was still clear blue
and the grass algae-green?
But the gods had already prophesized
“Splat.”