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!
Over at a bachelor friends one very warm afternoon. Went into the kitchen to get a drink and couldn't help but notice the leftovers from the weekend BBQ, still on the plates on the counter. The flies were quite enjoying it. So much so, they decided to share it with their offspring. Yummy!