Flyblown

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Motionless
I watch the patch of sunlight
travel over the table’s highly polished surface

Shining
iridescent black and bottle-green
a blow-fly squats sunning itself in the warm air

It rubs its front legs, one against the other
Slowly I roll up my newspaper
and wait

 

White guts spurt from the smashed body
I read the the soiled headlines
Child Missing

As the police continue with their search operations
her limbs are stiffening and her hands are stilled
Deep within me the blood starts to beat

Motionless
I watch the patch of sunlight
travel beyond the colourless remains

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