in Poems

Poem: ‘A House of Small Flies’

God it’s hot
it’s so damned hot I wish it would rain
if it would only rain I’d be happy
I’d be happy if it rained
& his breathing is so damned loud
WITH THE JAWBONE OF AN ASS
all I can hear is the flies
& his breathing I can’t hold one thought
together with that noise
it’s so damned hot that I can only sit
while he lies in the corner
in darkness his dead fish eyes watching & I can’t think
he is trying to get at me
that spiteful old man
is trying to turn my wits
each of his breaths is like
the rasp of a file at my nerves
I wish he would stop HEAPS
UPON HEAPS if he would only stop
I’d be happy
sometimes I notice a silence & listen
& the next rattle doesn’t come
& with a smile I think he’s dead he’s dead by God the old bastard’s dead
they said before they left
when the spoon clicked against his teeth that
he wouldn’t last long
& at that moment at
the edge of my relief
that bastard gives his gasp
to spite me it is
only spite that sustains
WITH THE JAW OF AN ASS HAVE I SLAIN
A THOUSAND MEN
if he would only stop it must rain soon