Flies at NASA – study of antigravity’s effects on fruit flies

by Reagan Blewer


A buzz is not eaten, the fly is crossing the stars,
Scattered through viscera finger-spread, titrated noise air light,
is now feather, sheep killer is silver grass in pillowcase
and a black lark eats fly that disperses in an empty stomach,
is a passing of sorts, a sacrifice is sheep in silver in fractals of fly’s eyes
cannot close wing shutters
has no eyelashes to kiss
cannot metamorphosize into butterfly
sheds not skin nor scales leaves no dust to return to
buzz is not sound but sensation
a shadow particle to take a chunk of
and give to mirage that still does not eat