Poem: The Cockroach by Kevin Halligan

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The Cockroach

 

Kevin Halligan

 

 

I watched a giant cockroach start to pace,

Skirting a ball of dust that rode the floor.

At first he seemed quite satisfied to trace

A path between the wainscot and the door,

But soon he turned to jog in crooked rings,

Circling the rusty table leg and back,

And flipping right over to scratch his wings –

As if the victim of a mild attack

Of restlessness that worsened over time.

After a while, he climbed an open shelf

And stopped. He looked uncertain where to go.

Was this due payment for some vicious crime

A former life had led to? I don’t know,

Except I thought I recognised myself.

 

 

Skirting] avoiding by a detour

Wainscot] panelling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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