the deadfly ensemble - millions of flies lyrics
they crept on hinged legs and suction cup toe-touch, leaving like dew drops their itch and infection. even anopheles hastens for distance, losing an arm outstretched, keeping her burden
they were a sound that grew quiet and then found looking-gl-ss ladies and children with scabies. we are the monsters who smile after crib-death. we are the grace for the clinically dead
we love the hiding guns, we hate the iron lung. we go fast on black ice, we are a million flies. we love the hiding guns, we hate the iron lung. we go fast on black ice, we are a million flies
their eyes were compound, imagine their seething… hands like a scavengers; instantly curious. even hippocrates humored finality, he heard the fly-sound and then learned ant-thesis. dead in the parlor with dust like a membrane, fly friends are dreaming of wings and antennae. and when the family gathers to stare, lights are turned low for the pink-painted cheekbones…
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