L'aura del Campo

Extermination

Extermination

I don't like being half insane.
It's not as if my family's to blame
but they don't help.

And it's A-Okay to lose it
for a moment, I tell myself,
but that's a lie.

I empathize with the dying bugs.
I too want to eat, to rest, to love,
not live to die.

But I scream at deaf walls and furniture:
move this chair, that bookcase there!
I twirl in space.

After they've sprayed my small two rooms
it looks like a wreck... Why can't it all
fit back in place?

© Kåre Enga 2014.november.11

Needs editing to fix rhythm, strengthen words, but I don't have time now!