Killers

I killed a wasp today. 

It was small
                    exquisitely formed
                    a masterpiece of aesthetic function
                    full of myth
                    and an ancient, nameless grace,
                    I smashed it with a book
                    on Jungian dream interpretation
                   then flushed its weightless beauty
                   down the toilet.

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Fear
                  made me kill, and
                  I wonder now
                  I've wondered all day
                  if all killing
                  is not fear

                  if all killers
                  are not cowards.

Martin Williams