it was blue and saying sorry
in its way crying and letting
leaves fall from where its mouth is
it didn’t mean to, didn’t need them
its eyes like on a cartoon, squeezed
mouth open as I crushed its
middle in the tissue dry against
the moisture of its body
alkaline grey turning blue with
embarrassment and fear and I
killed it and it was only doing
nature
it was only being nature and I
drowned it crying turning blue
in bog water with bog paper
first burning the moisture
from its flesh.
and I squeezed its middle hard
I said you, you little fucker
you’ll think so in a minute
and he was crying in his way
and I took him to the toilet
and I dropped him in the water
knowing he would drown and
now he’s gone and I have killed him
and he was only eating seedlings
just an innocent eating seedlings,
that’s all he knew how to do.
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