On Finding the Corpse of a Cockroach POETRY Add comments Mar 142012 by William Wright Harris I found its corpse the refrigerator and my counter. stretched up I’m told he’ll never know- up, a dog in submission. into a dustpan & dumped him in bin- much like Gregor Samsa’s unceremoniously. & I thought, cremated. Share this:FacebookGoogleLinkedInMoreTwitterPinterestReddit Leave a Reply Cancel replyYou must be logged in to post a comment.