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November 7th, 2022, 08:02 PM
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Poetry Central
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November 8th, 2022, 07:40 AM
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Here's one I wrote don't remember when (1990s):
EoC's "carrion" reference made me think of this....
For Emily
A fly buzzed when I died,
Hungry, excited by the prospect of a flaccid hand
On which to land, or a purple eyelid.
This fly knew my last breath
and called to its crew
Of fellow watchers of death,
Comrades in carrion comfort.
On supple flesh and still chest,
They fear no swat
Or fisted prison,
Free to wander my folds, ears, nose,
Places nobody goes.
Happy travelers, they’re just looking for a home
To rest their sticky legs,
To lay their clumpy eggs,
Soon-to-be maggots and chewing drones.
Here I draw the line, however.
I’ll suffer my furry, big-eyed friends with feelers;
They mean me no harm.
But white worms that inch and tunnel
I’ll pummel, I swear I will,
Just as soon as I lift this arm
And resurrect for the kill.
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