The fly bothers us
several flies
buzzing alighting
upon my bare legs
my knees
I will not tolerate it.
I will kill it. Kill it.
Them. All of them.
Does it have a right
to live? Do they?
It disturbs me.
A fly. Flies.
Have but a moment
to live
to die.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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