o dreary fly
why do you cry
midst a fog of pain?
who has defied thy miniature self?
was it the sleeping man
who in his irritable self
slashed at thy womb,
or the smitten kitty in the bed?
o wounded fly
can't you not spread thy wings,
fly away from burning hell?
you can't i see,in your drowsy aches,
too large is this earthly grave.
fly away ,little fly
no god you deify..
fly through winter's soul,
swim past the rains,
breach past summer's maze..
escape,little fly
escape where we are left to graze..