The Flies
The world seems down todayIs it the gray skies?
Is it the rain?
No, it is the flies
Disgusting creatures
Buzzing all about
The dead cover the ground
All dead from the drought
The bodies all shriveled
The flies all bloated
I never knew a creature
That could be so devoted
Pray for them, the dead
And scorn the flies that fed
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-04-19 at 16:50
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