Elegy on the death of a bed bug

Its smell would percolate a  sleep
Like one’s white sheet of shroud,
One’s formaldehyde death smell.

Please go  on to recognize a  face
Behind this white smell of death
Who has embraced smelly sleep,

The face that would sleep in hole
In the crevice of your daily sleep,
The bed bug that was bed-fellow.

Since we are all fellows in death
And embrace its common smell
We pay homage to the creature.

He is the jolly  fellow who fought
On a killing field of my pesticide.
He died fighting an unequal war.


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