Flies
today are not the same as
flies once they are less gay
heavier, more majestic, more serious
more aware of their rarity they
know from genocide.
In my childhood they would happily stick
hundreds, perhaps thousands
on paper made to kill them they would shut himself
hundreds, perhaps thousands
in specially shaped bottles they
skating, stamped,
passed away hundreds, perhaps thousands they swarmed
they lived.
Now they are watching their approach
flies today are not the same as the flies of yesteryear.
(Raymond Queneau)
(from the site of the school Rustrel )
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