Carrion Fly and Honey bee

 

It was born in death, it fed on death

Gorged on over the length and breadth

Of that huge breathless body

And flourished on putrid mortality

It’s suckers knew well their business end

Hurrying a helpless body to its end

 

A bumble bee on it’s nectarine way

Stopped a bit. Had something to say

The fly had no time, its little mouth too busy

The bee went away sighing in pity

Something stirred within the fly

It mused, ‘that bee, weirdo, just passes by

A welcome table, red meat ripped open

Where does it go, to other food, better even ?              14

 

But the taste, sights and smells of blood

Soon the flea’s all senses drugged

It ate and slept and found it’s mate

All world’s flesh could never satiate

Amidst it’s fool life all dead and dull

It thought of the bee for a moment still

 

It looked up, sure the bee was there again

This time the fly followed in its train

As it flew it felt it’s proboscis growing 

Glided along, sat on a lotus flowering                       24

 

I’m that flea, it hit hard, I blinked

Crash. I woke. Everything clicked                               26

 

I’m on the look out for those rare honey bees

Sure will come my way, though, may be away seven seas.       28