Cockroach Coup

Crawling carapaces caress
the footpaths, gutters, drains
denizens of the underworld greet me
as they always do lately

Cockroaches – all over the place

Everywhere I go
the mandibles click
      feelers wave to me
these would be inheritors, tiny
legs scuttling over concrete
passing by my feet, feverishly
searching for their valued detritus

is it a takeover,
have they finally the numbers
to bring us to our knees?

is it an insectian plot
for vengeance on humanity
to pay us back for Mortein?

I make my way home quickly
and prepare myself in earnest
for the approaching cockroach coup