Roach

Nibbled on some Alba truffle with the epicures on the Upper Eastside
haven’t you? Look at you. Your ancestors
snatched morsels of sausage off Lincoln’s beard
decorated the DOI before the Founding Fathers with your peppery feces
played loot the natives with the Separatists in P-Town.
And you
you spine-legged Kafkacreature.
You!
More American than I!
More Earthly than I!
More earthy than I!
You
meet your end
melting and drowning
in a pan
of bacon grease.