An Ode to the Creatures of Filth

it came about

A wicker basket

I did not choose

Lies down on its side, unused

 

It lies on the wooden floor

I chose not to hide

With layers of dust

I chose not to remove

Harbouring the creatures of filth

 

This wicker basket is a

Haven, a home

For the creatures

Our world sees as filth

 

The cockroaches, spiders,

The termites, the ants

The unnamed insects

All live in a sanctuary

I chose not to clean

Away from the harm

 

Of angry feet

Of aerosol cans

Of poisonous treats

Of people that kill

Before they can think

 

I chose not to lie on my bed that night

Instead I lay with my head in the wicker basket

And the creatures of filth crawled

Over and under, my home. 

Author's Note

does it flow and what emotions do you get?

Reviews

[RaeStems]

I think it flows well, and it has a realistic sort of feel to it, like you can imagine that wicker basket, but that it also symbolizes feeling filthy and out of place in the views of society. I love it.