i had something on my shoe
and when i went to see what it was
i found it to be dogshit.

i disliked the stuff.
its stench burned my nose
and its disgusting
appearance
and
ideals
made me wish to vomit.

i scraped it to the floor
and reveled in my
triumph.

and with it gone forever,
i was satisfied.
i was happy.

but another's ignorance
stuck in my mind,
for he spoke kind words,
and mourned the removal

of dogshit.
 

[ 1995 ]