Poem: Flies Hitting Glass

 

Flies Hitting Glass

 

knocks and knocks

as futile as they are puny

from tiny varicose eyes.

 

has the noon sun hidden a hook,

which the bluebottles chomp 

like fish?

such a mean diorama.

echoes of Tantalus.

 

no angel will argue, come judgement day,

that the illusory hope foisted on the flies

by the invention of a pane

matters.

 

and, too, God will laugh

just before damming us humans,

saying that all would have been forgiven

if only we had not magnified

the plight of the flies billions if times,

 

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7/26 .. mods

11/5/24  ... "and inflicted" replaces "inflicting"

8/25  "spark" replaces "create"

8/24 ... some mods, fairly light 

personally I think it does matter