The Fly

with apologies to Blake

Gross squat fly
upon the prowl,
now homing in
on the sugar-bowl –

Shall I plumb
the world like you?
Enter a mine
of sweetness too?

For I scrabble and buzz –
blind eager
to alight
on a slide of sugar.

If to let
a gangly frame
cling to white
be not thought blame – 

then open the mine!
The insect flies
slow past me now
with hideous eyes.