Karma Poem by Bryan Taplits

A kitchen raid was on his mind
this stormy and lightning fest night,
The cupboard was open
-he didn't understand-
And this roach was the first thing in his sight.
And though he was still half asleep he knew
such an intrusion could not keep,
So his reflexes came to the front
And the intruder was fast-
But he knew it wouldn't last-
And soon it went 'blat' to the sink.
He smiled his hunter's smile-
a smile wreathed wide-
As an outside thunder smote his ears with a roar,
But he ignored it and then-
As though it were some wayward friend-
His blood instincts ascended
and soared.
But then another clap of thunder
And lightening lit the way
And his last sight to see on this night
was little more than a shadow and a pall,
As he stretched and he then fought
But was struck and soon stuck-
Little more than a flattened roach
now on the wall.
He would have taken a trowel-
Constructed something somehow-
To explain this strike seemingly heaven-sent,
But unfortunately no longer could he blink-
and no longer could he think-
On such a marvel
and phenomenal event.