A hole has
formed
In the
hermetic seal
This modern
office boasts
And the
cockroaches have noticed
All the way
up they climb
To the
second floor
Just to make
a point
And on three
consecutive days
The hallway
has been accented
By the lone
kamikaze
The message
in sacrificial form
Reminding
all of the voracity
Each and
every element
Of the
collective infestation
Possesses
We are not
born to conquer
There is no
permanence in humanity
We are born
as squatters
Our space on
loan
A temporary
condition
As the
architecture crumbles
Weeds and
vines engulf
Always
lurking and scurrying
Just under
the exterior
Are the
walls filled to bursting
With roaches
bent on domination
Imbued with
the patient knowledge
They are
indestructible and un-vanquish-able
Like Time
Or an Hydra
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