I'm new to tribe, this is my first post


A Gift for the Fly

Give to this fly
another day before it dies
just one more to make amends
for all those so called friends

Wicked wings easily cut clean
stranded upon lonely isle
Another ship sailed by and bye
smoke signals for the dead

Reflections in the silver mirror
sheets of looking glass
not so fast, running of the days
starting higher and farther back

Fresh words laying on ages of history
the blistering heat of surrounding stares
another game does begin
another fly does drop dead

O sweet promises of the fleeting-
it truly never ends