Our animalistic eyes padlock, meteoric,
as the car makes a straight shot down
the dusty road from the farm’s naughty
realm: the kitchen table the place where
flies entertain the smallest human
specimens as well as the largest mortal
organisms, one man living in glee as
he kills flies on the veranda table.
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