Fly-Bye on the Day of the Dead
That fly that chose to falter
for a minute on the altar
I’d constructed for my lover
should have made the choice to hover.
The worst choice of all
was to choose to land and crawl
attracting my attention
to a means of his detention.
Namely, to kill the squatter
with a switch of my fly swatter.
Though he was silent ever after,
no more soaring floor and rafter,
it was I who did the gasping,
for the bottle he was clasping
of my mourned-ones favorite drink
soared out to shatter in the sink.
Thus in the battle between darter
and me, he was the martyr
while I strained my funny bone
accepting actions to atone
by cleaning glass shards from the table
and all places I was able
to reach within the kitchen
without grumbling and bitchin’.
Then I quickly made a trip
to buy a sticky strip
so future flies would be defeated
and my actions not repeated.
Prompts For the Sunday Swirl Wordle 600
are: bones gasping strip switch shatters battle fly altar martyr bottle crawl falter







