Mal McKimmie
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from The Brokenness Sonnets II

A Life in the Day of a Fly

America, Afghanistan, Iraq et al.

 O what a rush!! Twenty-four hours (from

maggot-mute to backspin buzz) of litter.

And everyone matters, is matter,

(Fear today, bone tomorrow!!). While we hum

happy, each Kubla sorrows for a kingdom

where, on the last and first, the least feast. Scatter

your seeds and grow flesh-flowers, flatter

and feed us, be fearless; march martyrdom

or righteousness, god or good, with the sun

in your eyes, be tearless, be food. O warm

is the child folded round her skeleton

like a fresh-cut flower wrapped around its stem.

But quickly she grows cold in this, your cauldron;

while we, forever young, we swarm like children.

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