Even a speck of dust
has a right to live
swirling round on
the white stonewashed patio
violent wind-crazy and enthusiastic
a rabid bug gone
ballistic
I react almost instinctively
with an urge to crush and kill it
believing it an insect
though I make it
a point not to kill
insects unless it can’t be
avoided
there’s a penance paid for all
things a balancing of
the scales I weight
the scales on this
alternate side of heaven
in my favor
my actions are sacrosanct
to a God seeing or more
advanced alien
may they peep my respect for life
in time return the favor
god of all things
monsters of men
giants against the infinitesimal
protect the innocent
have mercy on the small and rodent
we move oblivious and unthinking
of the microscopic gods among us
killing them while we kneel
of the gods above around us.
© 2022 Max Smith
