---Flies

Shoe flies weightless on a bar,
Laze in heated circles - they plume,
Eavesdrop on some vague guitar,
Crucial today - locate the fume,

To foray in rotting tripe,
Buzz and target is their credo,
Nose-dive now - the time is ripe,
Burgeon with larva' torpedo.


(An entry for Bout 1: A Simple Pair of Quatrains)