The Urban Sherpa keeps a collection of stories and curios filed under Mythic Proportions.
Upon smashing a silverfish lurking on my wall 
September 22, 2008
File under: Poetic License

Upon smashing a silverfish lurking on my wall,
Smashing it with an old unread magazine
(because too many come),
it quickly separated into two parts—
The smudge on my wall like
an unexpected freckle,
and the bits and legs and stuff
now glommed onto the pages.
Though separated from their body and their life,
Still they marched urgently onward, somewhere,
desperately fleeing the catastrophe that had already arrived;
and I regretted killing it, because we're all the same.

