Aug 2014
we are roaches of men
burnt down to bare ***
discarded in the gutter
with the flickering cool of ash
flames tasted
and wanted nothing to do with us:
the filtered pull
the long inhale
(don't forget to breathe)
we were once
part of something bigger
more meaningful
now we're just the grime leftover
the scraping at the end of the day
we are roaches of men
----------------------------------------------------
we are roaches of men
scuttling about vast voids
(especially in the dark)
searching for damp corners
and damp holes
moist places to rest our soul
but you object of our nature
raid us with Raid
don't you know:
we can survive the apocalypse
atoms mean nothing to us
nor bombs
flick the lights to find us on our backs
the sight of us struggling for life
we are roaches of men
burnt down to bare ***
discarded in the gutter
with the flickering cool of ash
flames tasted
and wanted nothing to do with us:
the filtered pull
the long inhale
(don't forget to breathe)
we were once
part of something bigger
more meaningful
now we're just the grime leftover
the scraping at the end of the day
we are roaches of men
----------------------------------------------------
we are roaches of men
scuttling about vast voids
(especially in the dark)
searching for damp corners
and damp holes
moist places to rest our soul
but you object of our nature
raid us with Raid
don't you know:
we can survive the apocalypse
atoms mean nothing to us
nor bombs
flick the lights to find us on our backs
the sight of us struggling for life
we are roaches of men
Writing prompt:
We are roaches of men
Z Turner's Edition:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/810369/cockroaches-will-eat-your-soul/
Quentin Briscoe's Edition:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/815566/roaches/
We are roaches of men
Z Turner's Edition:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/810369/cockroaches-will-eat-your-soul/
Quentin Briscoe's Edition:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/815566/roaches/
