The Fruit Flies Poem by Ruby Best

The Fruit Flies

In the drain the fruit flies remain,
Swarming and residing.
They couldn't hurt a fly.

From somewhere unknowable,
They arrived. Unwanted.

Eating the grime they stay alive,
Feasting in the mistakes.
Days pass, a great harvest
Reborn selves the precursor sees.

Spawn of rot, Rulers of decay
Living to live, hopes to stay.
We, The fruit flies remain.

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