poem21

i watch a big blue fly

in its last moments of life

his wings do not lift him anymore

he cannot climb the glass window 

between him and the outside world

he lands on his back

legs and wings buzzing in vain

he crawls slowly 

and stops often.

other smaller flies begin to move in

as he tries to hide his compound eyes

in the darkest corner he can find

the smaller insects move in

land on his body

which no longer resists

and like ravens on a frozen deer

the start to feed

Reviews

[Redundant Jovian Thor]

misspelled "they" at the last line, but the content is marvelous.