Flies

Flies

Flakes of Beelzebub,
the Devil’s dandruff,
hating everything
even themselves.
Every activity is a
scourge for their rage
as they scour the house
for its droppings.
This Harrowing from Hell,
this desecration of temples,
is their sly pleasure and
their Master’s glee.
As for myself
I carry the can
and happily admit to the
casual murder of flies.