Ode To A Fly Poem by I.J. Benjamin

I saw a
fly
zig
zag
down

and
I wonder
was it
young?
how many
times
did it bathe in soups
and bite off little chunks
of pink steaks
at top
restaurants?

and it's all so
sad,
that little
fly
never more will
buzz
around,
never more will it feel
the thrill of being chased
by sweaty men
as it spoils their lunch
break

i see,
it's family arrive,
gathers round in silence
for a funeral at the bin
in the kitchen
next to a squashed,
brown banana

the relatives
have little flowers in their hands
and a priest is there
as the fly is laid to rest
nestled inches into
uneaten chunks
of chocolate cake

and they're off
to the
widower's
place
where
they'll get drunk
again
and they'll fly again
because that's what they
do
and tomorrow night
they'll sleep in the dumpster
again