Today I killed a fly and he a miracle of God,
But I was brutal, course, consistant in my way,
Not valueing the life of little things,
Who can hang upside down from the ceiling,
Until I splattered him across it with a newspaper.
I, the demented mass murderer of insects,
And though I cannot make a fly, I have no empathy
With his death.I know how to kill,as do all men,
The things I do not fully understand.