"With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life"
I killed an ant. More precisely,
I failed to fully kill an ant.
Stomping was easy, watching hard:
There's a divinity that can't
Stand to watch us chainsaw and whack
The boscage of our decisions:
Even silly little choices
Grow vulnerable to revisions.
The ant kept going, in circles,
Struggling, be she machine or clone,
To carry on with maintenance,
Which is life, which is life alone.
Stupid assemblage. I could not
Watch the struggle go on for long.
I had to put an end to it.
I stomped again to right the wrong.
It was as trivial a choice,
In human terms, as humans make,
To finish off a struggling bug.
Riddle me how it was my mistake.