Flies - Poem by Gillian Commerford
This morning I sprayed the flies
that have been harassing me in my kitchen.
They've been dropping dead ever since
well like flies.
I feel strangely guilty-
after all they're dirty things
but life is life.
Does 'thou shalt not kill'
apply to flies too? -
Am I some kind of household Hitler?
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