She sat, calmly watching the battle, The smoke, the blood, the death rattle, She found a male, mated, And when they were sated, Watched men being slaughtered like cattle.
Exploring that country, now fouled, Ignoring the lone dog that howled, She gave ovulation. Her next generation, Whilst sat on a horse, disembowelled.
She had not much time there to wallow, Surrounded by gore in that hollow, A flash from the sky: 'Twas her turn to die... She's gulped, on the wing, by a swallow.
Inspired by "The Fly" by Hulab.
After Hulab's "The Fly", translated by Theiner. "Poems before and after", published in UK by Bloodaxe.
Last updated: Tue, 27 Jun 2000.