The cockroach saw my shadow 

And knew death was coming his way

Equipped with a shoe a hammer and a spray

I was tricked when he crawled into a hollow

Bastard

Through the floorboards behind the old wardrobe

That had never moved since dad had died abroad

While raking the dust with my panhandle

I found an old badge that had seen battle

Weirdo

The square and the compass typical pack

Of belonging to an elite of men

In aprons for the immemorial kitchen

Prior to my birth and after my death

As eternity is passing us blow by blow 

The hollow was shallow as a wisecrack

The beast saw me distracted

He could hear the angels sing heavenly loaded

On the blaring bleeding radio 

I was the devil

Armed like an Israeli soldier 

About to vermin kill

That have lived on this dusty hill 

For twenty-five centuries and one year

Cornered the beast ran towards me

Chitinous legs ungainly madly bound

The shoe missed 

The spray covered the ground

I got up and the dusty mirror greased 

back a man born two centuries ago

The roach begged for the coup de grâce

And for a grave in a slash of grass

Did he

I kicked him out of the room without pants

To the yard where a million generations of ants

Survived with ten nests for queens established

Would fight for the helpless dying beast…

I was a caring generous bastard

I thought

Insecticide, herbicide, genocide

All killings with sadistic human pride

Sheep, pigs, cattle, need protein grade

Is this the way god made us to survive

In Gaia’s brutal compass and square

So I told my friend to sit downwind

For his cheap perfume was disturbing

      ROBERT URBANOSKI — 29 NOVEMBER 2025

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