The Bug Struggled

a poem by Kevin Bergen

The bug struggled.
It pulled and heaved and
exerted all its strength.
But the bug didn’t suffer.
It’s just what bugs do.

The bug struggled.
It worked and walked and
continued.
But the bug didn’t suffer.
It’s just what bugs do.

The bug struggled.
It fought and writhed and
tried to survive.
But the bug didn’t suffer. It died.

And that’s just what bugs do.