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oh poor sod of a fly
dead on the window
sill
I pick you up, disturb
your slumber
incorrigible me, I go
now to wash my hands
why? I will be dead
one day, too
you lived your life,
stamping in the dirtiest places
yet I am full of the
filth you have touched
"a bag of shit
and piss" Zipruanna used to say
I share with you a
wish
may your time in
insect afterlife
be joyous, full of
dust and mud and mucus and crap
may you return soon,
to find your next rebirth
an improvement on the
last - a squirrel, a salmon, a bluejay
but promise me, you
will not come back as one of us
such a mess, such an
awful wretched mistake
we have inflicted on
this sacred world
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