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Such a Parody, Life
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
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I killed a baby spider, today,
Willfully, after the fact.
Was arranging the dirty dishes, wiping
The counter, and snagged the spider
In the paper towel I was using.
Crippled it, and made a flash judgment
To put it out of its misery.
Swiped again, and it was still alive!
More crippled than ever, sadly listing...
I squished, this time, to make sure it was,
What? Dead? Released? Happy? At peace?
Well, I sure wasnít. It could have lived, after
The first go-by, but I, in a mood, ended its life.
Forever. On purpose. Just one little lapse, adding
To others, like almost hating having to water my
Yard in deserts heat, or changing another bare-assed
Toilet paper roll, for the nth time, or, or, or, maybe
I should be happy with just being alive, which,
The spider isnít. Such a parody, life.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/15/12
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|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|I enjoyed this very much, I chuckled at parts
as I experienced this too not to long ago
and it is a parody of perception in deed!!
Hedge Apples (spiders don't like them)
& Organic Remedies
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|Being alive and forgive yourself for killing
the spider...at least it wasn't a human being!
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Wow! So much living to do after
such a trauma subsides *Erin*