Friday, October 10, 2014

The Bite of Egomania (old unpublished poem)

We were face to face:
mosquito and man.
She was out for blood,
I was out for a walk.
I prepared my palm,
she readied her bite.
It was big thing vs. little thing,
then I thought, Is this right? 

Of us, it was I who had
premeditated something: to kill.
I was consumed by egotism;
I had puffed myself up as the better thing.
I thought, I can choose,
I can use this gift called a brain. 

And so it happened like that:
I made the decision to walk away,
and she got to live another day.

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