The Suckers
by Boris Kokotov
Beauty will save the world. — F.M. Dostoevsky It has landed on my neck, “Why the mosquito?” I said. All those parasites, viruses, nasty bugs; And a voice said, “Look at a fly. Its days are short, wasn’t as magnificently dressed The world was created out of nothing it would fall back into nothingness. “How can beauty save the world And I smashed the sucker. * * * Here it is, on my arm “Hey, mosquito,” I said, You haven’t been created just And it said: “Don’t be mean. A tiny bead of your blood “Bugs’ life matters,” it added, “Matters to whom?” I said. * * * I felt it dancing on my leg. “You killed my sisters,” it said. “I don’t think you’re human,” I said. “There is some human blood in my system. “I ate a steak tonight. “Let’s not argue about metaphysics; “Yes, I do, indeed,” “I am willing to become a martyr. “But I can dispatch a few idealists,” I said. |
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