Last moments of a fly
I found a poem which I copied from a newspaper in 1979 called ‘Banquet of a thought’.
I wrote down that it was by ‘Gurl Peto’ but a web search throws up no-one by this name so it’s probably wrong.
The poem is still quite powerful and struck me as a reminder of how even the idlest of musings need an outlet and how the blogophere helps get thoughts out into the world where they belong.
Here’s the poem (if anyone out there knows the true source please let me know):
Like an insect eating plant,
I shrink and close over a thought;
There, within my grip,
I caress and nibble, beat, love and hate;
Then show the carcass to the world;
The cold, disinterested world;
Until, alone with my captive,
I devour it.
Deep in my gut it lies,
Alive and mine all mine.
How sickening to eat a thought alone
