There It Is

There it is the little fecker
That bit my wrists last night.
Bloated with my blood too heavy
To escape as a vampire.

Do I kill it or do I not?
Decide to walk away with
The toss of the head insisting
Night is a long time coming?
Or shall I splat it?

I pick up my convoluted fan
And consider options.

So far I am quiet.
I need to think more deeply.
As we all do.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-12 at 23:22

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Well stated dilemma. Perhaps too many people kill without giving a thought to the finality of it and, as another comment noted, the fact that the victim was only doing what it was designed to do.
2011-08-13


Sid Gardner
just swat the little bleeder and be done.
2011-08-13


countryfog
The Buddhist answer is clear . . . for the rest of us, , blood usually begets more blood. Perhaps, allowed to live, your mosquito will be the one found encased in amber a thousand years from now, the means of your immortality.
2011-08-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A moral and practical dilemma. Is it right to kill the thing for doing what it is destined to do? Is the satisfaction of having gotten revenge worth the mess? Now, you've gotten me thinking. Soon, no one will be doing anything.
2011-08-13