disgust

oh clemency! oh adroit centipede!
how you squirm about the press, still warm.
pallid legs which twist the body
not an eye that does not bulge.

and just last week
i caught you with a shovel, digging.
and what?
a pestiferous dog i'd put to rest four years past!
your tongue makes a point
and is pointed for you speak a language
vulgar in its boorish cliches
that bounce about like flies!

yet, there hovers an audience?
stupefaction brews in my brain
and forward comes an end.