"Beelzy"

by Andrew Packard   Jul 31, 2019


Beelzy

Beelzy comes quickly like the wind
If you make the right marks
on the ground with a stick.

You won’t believe what you are seeing
Flies bleed from the dirt and then take flight.

They fly into your eyes,
It doesn’t hurt but it does feel funny at first.

Your recognition becomes quickened,
as if speeding down a tunnel.

Quivering pupils dart back and forth,
in a fractured kaleidoscope of visual ecstasy.

The Lord of Lies
The Lord of Filth
Anywhere All the Time

For each person on Earth, there are 17 million flies.

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