Someone was here,
but now has gone.
They left these remnants to carry on.
Those who knew him, they could tell
by the rot and fetid smell.
A shank of meat,
a bit of bone.
Soon, they will not be alone!
Hades winged creatures, all astir,
procreate and do enter.
Their seeds of continuity,
fecund in their gratuity.
And soon new life will arise,
mature,
take wing -
No! Not more flys!
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC