Windshield

Indian gang-rape victim commits suicide

The News International (Pakistan), 28 December 2012

If the last thing to pass

through a fly’s tiny brain

when it collides

your windshield is its arse,

could it be that anything

is better than remembering

a too-short life wasted

eating shit?

Or worse:

long days endured

retching on the aftertaste

of a girl’s ringed fingers

caked in fresh semen

pressing down on

your tongue to prevent

your crying for help

while her two male friends

take it (that is, you) in turns

to celebrate Diwali.

Who would have thought

you could envy a fly?

But to choose is to be human

so choose your own poison.

(c) 2012 Slush Poet