I just now need to close my eyes
As I drown within a swarm of flies
Never quite landing but always near
a Loud incessant buzzing I hear
If I could pick even one out
and Quash it down, I've no doubt
Another buzz would take its place
In a horrid kind of futile race
Where I'd hurry now, rush about
Out run, out move this massive cloud
Instead, just sit now and close my eyes
Feel the breeze of wings go by
Like angels formed in rotted pulp
Not here to harass or even help
Whirring about here and fro
Just a moment in our nature's show