Chapter 10 fly
little fly
your summer game
has been my hand
accidentally brushed off
am i not
Are you the same fly?
you are not
am i the same person
i drink and dance
sing a song
until the blind hand
scratch my wings
if thought is life
strength and breath
poor thinking
it's like dying
then i'm just
happy fly
whether i live
still dead
Little Fly
Thy summers play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.