Larkin 25 - Imelda By Pamela Scobie

Imelda liked to squash things flat. She loved the crunch, and then the splat! She also liked to tear the wings From inoffensive flying things, And feed them to the cat. I asked her once, in some alarm, Why she inflicted so much harm. 'They've never done a thing to you.' 'They might,' she said (That much is true). 'All creepy things have nasty stings, And they look yukky, too. Besides, they don't have any feeling,' She mused, her eye cocked at the ceiling. Then - whap! She zapped it with a rolled-up paper - A tiny spider, scuttling to escape her. I spoke of loving all God's creatures. No spark of love illumed her features. She fixed me with a glassy glare. 'Does anybody really care?' I mentioned the environment. Imelda just got up and went. At half past nine, last Thursday morning, Without a single word of warning, A giant foot came from the sky And squashed her flat. Don't ask me why. Does anybody really care? I'm sure there was no feeling there.

Copyright © Pamela Scobie 2010

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