May 17, 2010
Grimy, cracked mayonnaise jar,
Thrashing its nervous, fragile frame,
Increasingly battered, against
The blemished glass –
Up, down, left, right,
Backwards, frontwards, sideways.
Despite the futility of its perpetual movement,
It goes on and on and on, unstoppable,
Though it knows not quite why or what for.
Dizzy, dumbfounded, disoriented,
Racked with spasms and mind-numbing panic,
Mind frozen in a monotonous state of confusion.
The universe on the breathable dimension of the
Deceptive doorway to freedom is unreachable –
Yet, this fact, ungrasped by the miniscule brain
Of the miniature fly with a million eyes wide shut,
Continues its frenzied dance as liberty
Dangles, cruelly tantalizing, on an existential string.
Purely functional, unconscious, and incapable
Of rewarding the fly’s nigh Puritan persistence,
The glass jar gives no indication of giving way,
Until, at long last, the fly collapses onto its now-broken back,
Exhausted and bleeding from the fight against
Its own false perception of reality.
One leg jerks in one last gasp
And is still.