Of Flies and Failures

by Stephen Du Marais

THERE are transparent wings
Smashed
upon my writing table

Sometimes —
when I am angry
and useless,
when I am —
empty,
and cold,
my page is a dead slave
that can be beaten no more.

And my notes become useful
only
as a fly-swatter.

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