The fly I saved last night
Torments me now.
In the drain when I started
The shower I saw it struggling
Loamed with soap and loaned it a raft
Of cardboard filched from the trash.
Sodden bodied, it shook out its wings
Like a dazed and fallen messenger.
It hubbubs now like Beelzebub,
Deriding my (misplaced?) reverence for life.
I'd kill it now, what I so lately saved.
Now that we are both advantaged
And in our fighting state.

Volume 1, Issue 1, 2006