The Flies

Zipping
flitting from table
to table
cup to plate
past the ear
landing by the lip

Cursed flies
swarming
in pairs
trios
quartets
blackening the sky
in squadrons
of five
six
seven
divisions
of twelve
twenty four
hordes of thirty

Genghis
must have employed them
must have conquered
with flies.

RD Savage
06/21/92
© 1992
Published in Green's Magazine - 06/92


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