A Poem I Wrote Six Years Ago

I just found a poem I wrote on October 7, 2006. It amused me, so I thought I'd share it with you:

Somewhere

In my room

Lodged probably

Between a couple

Dusty books in some

Dark corner

A cricket is dying,

That energy to hop

Succumbing to the enervating

Burn of killer spray.

I feel bad,

But one of us had to go,

Though I know

He must've had one long trek

To make it from outside

All the way into my

Second-floor abode,

Following the light, the light,

Probably not thinking of anything else

But the light

Upstairs.

And too soft to smash him

I sprayed him mercilessly with

Bitter fiery stuff

And now

Unseen to me

He's squiggling about

On his back

Frantically

Still calling for the light

Flabbergasted

As the poison

Eats his shell,

And his body

Involuntarily

Ossifies

Into a ball of cold, dead

Exoskeleton.