The Corruptible Fly
Words by Daniela Buccilli
QuailBellMagazine.com
QuailBellMagazine.com
It is not the hundred maggots
on the burger that offend me,
so much as the sea of their thousand wills:
a looping canon of ideas,
on the burger that offend me,
so much as the sea of their thousand wills:
a looping canon of ideas,
one more horrible than the other,
a cluster-fuck of intention under the sink.
Only yesterday, the original fly
a model of singularity
walked across the countertop,
lived satisfied in a garbage can.
Now, it gloats over a corruption
of cloned offspring, each one
delirious with multiplication.
a cluster-fuck of intention under the sink.
Only yesterday, the original fly
a model of singularity
walked across the countertop,
lived satisfied in a garbage can.
Now, it gloats over a corruption
of cloned offspring, each one
delirious with multiplication.
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