Burial Hymn For a Bug

Scattered legs and splintered shell
Strewn across tile pell-mell
I didn't know what I thought
When I first saw you skitter
But now my heart has a clot
And my bile is bitter
After I bury you.

I know you fought well
The beasts of this house
Not one so lively as you could have died
In this great fight.

Live is cruel
Life is unjust.
I desperately wish
I could've known you
Deeper. More heartfully.

Good night, Francine, my house centipede
And lay to rest so sweetly.

I didn't know you could make me cry.
Good bye.

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