Sometimes, at the bar , seeing a fly on the bartop or flying in circles under the ceiling, I'd imagine flies in great numbers, swarming over everything, picking at rotting food and corpses.
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The ever present fly: a familiar demon, from the notion that devils were accustomed to assume the form of flies, and with allusion to the insect's finding its way into the most private places: a spy, anonymous and almost invisible, as intrepid as its cousin the flea: not as beautiful nor as elegant as the ladybug, yet enduring and persistent.
Sometimes, at the bar , seeing a fly on the bartop or flying in circles under the ceiling, I'd imagine flies in great numbers, swarming over everything, picking at rotting food and corpses. |