Were I But…

Were I but…

Treacherous,

Villainous,

A shimmering pestilence–

The gossamer utterances

Of a fly.

Its organic swelling,

At the close,

Captivating…

A hostile focus.

Before you die,

I will immortalize

You.

–C. Green

(I was very much trying to enjoy a movie. The promise of a fantastic poem teased at the beginning… but then there was a fly, alight in every bit of its glorious irritation. So, there went my soaring verse. Instead, I write of this fly.)