Poem: Killing a Fly

 

 

Killing a Fly

 

the flyswatter a rod

over a squiggly bit of fuzz,

 

a merge of ballet and speed

into precise, superior force,

 

plus a quantum of delight,

bliss beyond the swat.

 

why did the fly

on its patio of vertical sun,

 

seem to nod,

and look so feisty?

 

as if the eons

leading to its final moment

 

meant something?

 

i too felt the chain of phylogeny

yank to delve past reptiles,

 

even beyond algae,

back to a pond of pregnant ooze,

when death first became.

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11/12/23 ... changed some prepositions for flow and understanding

Grading lots of papers, exhausted, ...