Talking to a cockroach

He talked to a cockroach
loud in public place display
like you would an enemy
in the restless street, and he
screamed at the hapless insect
from his madness or his illness,
or from whatever was driving
his naked view of life.

He struck out at the scavenger
with his hand and his words
like he was hitting the world,
or those in his world that had
hit out at him; and he kept the
screaming and the words alive
till the creature was squashed
and his screaming had died.