to an insect on a windowsill
god you’re ugly
and yet to another insect…..
who am i to feel superior
you’re good at what you do
perfectly adapted to what you are
i couldn’t cope in your life
and you can’t drive a car
yet both our lives could be
stamped out in an instant
i know it and you perhaps
more blessed, can’t
we are both alively
a little both the same
but god…..
you’re still ugly
martin swords
june 2009
