LAST OF THE SUMMER FLIES

Last of the Summer Flies At last you have left - my insecticide is spent Though your screw driver voice is reverberating Your tongue it got bent - drilling holes in my head Now I’m smoothing hurts by restorative ironing And though they must have a role in ecosystems I’m so glad to see the last of the summer flies I’m so glad to see the last of the summer flies I guess you’ll find a niche – with some human who can reach To find that tiny star behind the grating Your sun first shone so bright – enough to launch a kite But that superficial wind was soon deflating And though . . . . It’s in the news each day Insects will fade away Unless we realise Every living thing has a vital place I wish you the very best – maybe both of us are blessed We were counting down our days so surely numbered Hey you’re not to blame – I’m dreamy and often vague And for the earth I’ll pray for flies now just departed