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By June 22, 2013May 4th, 2014Blog


“Cruelty” by Lucille Clifton

cruelty. don’t talk to me about cruelty
or what i am capable of. 

when i wanted the roaches dead i wanted them dead
and i killed them. i took a broom to their country 

and smashed and sliced without warning
without stopping and i smiled all the time i was doing it. 

it was a holocaust of roaches, bodies,
parts of bodies, red all over the ground.

i didn’t ask their names.
they had no names worth knowing. 

now i watch myself whenever i enter a room.
i never know what i might do.