poem

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Fri, 15 Nov 96 13:10:37 PST

The Foot of fate
Where once there was a spark of life
There now is but a stain
I can but wonder if in death
The end bought bitter pain
In agony and writhing this poor
creature doomed to die
Had one last moment to survey
The world and wonder why
So brief a span and fruitless seemed
His days of suffring here
With little joy and much despair
And now the end so near
A final gasp before the fatal
Blow would end it all
Yet did this creature know the foot
Of fate again would fall
Or did he lie upon his back
Just flailing in the air
and in that span of silence whisper
Desperations prayer
And hope in vain as men have hoped
That all would turn out right
And that he`soon arise again
To live another night
But wond`rn this I walked away
Intestines on my shoe
And if I saw another bug
I`d step on that one too.

By Tom Pinch