FLIES
by Williem Mactingle

Thinking about
Colon
Flies

Imagine one fly
Imagine two flies
Imagine three hundred
Ninety-seven
Billion
Zillion
Flies inside your nasal cavity
Getting caught is mucus
And rolling down your throat
All buzzing non-stop
All eager to escape

Open your nostrils
Open your mouth
Catch a pen
Let them out

Flies are poems
They all end up
In a pile of manure