A Vision of the Future
Cockroach, cockroach, brown and black,
Something humans hate and tread on
What’s the betting you’ll be back
After insect-Armageddon?
Changed, gigantic, it may be,
Yes, a monster
Blattus blattus
,
Who will take with oily glee
Every chance to squash and splat us?
Jerome Betts
If you have any thoughts on this poem,
Jerome Betts
would be pleased to hear them.
