Diminished in Death
We know them as houseflies although
they are no one's idea of domestic pets, rather
disgusting pests gaining entry to our homes
bringing with them disease and pathogens
potentials for illness to strike and so we
react by attacking those creatures we view
as threats, for so they are, alighting instantly
on fecal matter and then seeking out our
food to forage on. Even our dogs largely
responsible for the flies' entry making quick
work of accompanying them indoors as they
cleverly manipulate sliding screen doors
detest the presence of those buzzing flies
snapping and growling at the impertinence
of their presence. Still, when food is kept
intact and unavailable the flies' instinct is
to depart the confines of a house flightily
landing on windows and doors as though
aware they lead outside to freedom. When
we can we oblige their exit carefully sliding
window or door to the open air to rid
ourselves of their presence. A pestiferous
presence and good riddance but yet ... how
often do we discover small black corpses
collapsed in death on window or door sills
their frantic efforts to escape the prison they
have invaded failing as they succumb to the
ultimate punishment for their ill-judged quest.
Monday, August 13, 2018
Labels:
Poetry
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