Wrath

Unknowingly

Crushed, almost
Suffocated

By my wife's pillow,
The badly

Bruised innocent
Centipede surfaces

And retaliates

And stings her fore-
Head good. She

Springs from deep sleep, strikes back
Blindly this time sees

She finishes the job off
Good.

(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #14, Autumn 2008)