A Solitary Passing
No doubt
the flies will come for me today
they are always hungry, aren’t they
and since I have not moved for hours
they will surely
all begin to congregate accordingly
Yes, take note …
All these
new breaths of mine
are taken deliberately and shallow
For these are dark times, and anyway
beside the flies
there are no lovers, friends or neighbours
left to mourn this most solitary of passing’s ….