Peace

Peace
A lake in Dromineer

Tuesday 14 February 2012

Fly

Fly.
Today I killed a fly and he a miracle of God,
But I was brutal, course, consistant in my way,
Not valueing the life of little things,
Who can hang upside down from the ceiling,
Until I splattered him across it with a newspaper.
I, the demented mass murderer of insects,
And though I cannot make a fly, I have no empathy
With his death.I know how to kill,as do all men,
The things I do not fully understand.
James Linnane

2 comments:

  1. Ok on that link, James. Keep writing!
    FM

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    1. Many thanks Frank good of you to get in touch.
      Frank is from The Tara poetry blog, a most enjoyable blog.If you have not paid it a visit the link is here on my site on the right.

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