Before I died I saw a fly, and a spider.
The fly perched over my glassy eye
He washed his hands, free of guilt
And wished me well, he said goodbye.
The spider wove a web, a silky yarn
Supple swaddling for my bleeding bed.
Before I died I saw a fly, and a spider,
And they fought over my bloody clothes.
© Tyrone Terrence
29/05/2009
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