The Bluebottle
Last night I killed a bluebottle, squashed it with the bottom of a drinking glass.
How bad I felt
Repentance comes in all sorts of ways
How I always feel for the waifs and strays
The helpless creatures, they always have wings
On a prayer, yet they stare, mostly with resentment
Thou shall not kill, we are told!
Yet, they are all at it!
A bluebottle is dirty, so I am told
How dirty is dirty?
It was alive once and now it is dead
No matter say the humans, after all they are dirty
How dirty is dirty?
But, the humans are dirty or so it seems
It is almost taken as read
After all is said and done
That the humans rule and animals are yet another set of disposables
What does a mere bluebottle know?
I suspect that in the general scheme of things
Rather a lot.
John Higgins – Entre – Nous, Collection