Have you seen a cockroach's face
as he turns potato chips.. into lace
as he, guru of simplicity
survives on the glue in bookbinding
God's garbage men and women
removing waste
gentle.. not
stinging like bees
or biting like mosquitoes
hiding at night from
the crushing tread or
slamming fist
Are God's strongest smartest
creatures His most despised?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem