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HUMAN FLIES, by            
First Line: Because there was a thing to advertise
Last Line: And all our earth is black with fallen flies.
Subject(s): Flies


Because there was a thing to advertise --
Crown, clown or creed, a theory or a phrase:
"God and the king!" "Vox populi?" -- the cries,
The instant's gaping awe, the drifting praise
Swept the poor insects from their lowly ways
Up the sheer walls of war; the howling skies
Clawed at them while they clung their moment; rays
Of wintry glory mocked their dying eyes.

Still for the greed of princes, craze of mobs,
Death, tawdry showman, keeps street holiday.
Still float his pennons black and red -- still rise
The cliffs of madness o'er the grave that robs
His doomed performers of their pitiful pay. . . .
And all our earth is black with fallen flies.





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