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SCREEN

Screen dppr

The wind slides through

My torn screen door

Hanging on

The bugs creep in

The flies come home

Sometimes I can hear them moan

The long slow death of a filter queen

Sounds a bit like a mating scream

Sounds so tempting

But not so clean

Come on in right through the screen

Take my hand and then take me

I saw an angel in the street

She lay among the flies and oil

I took and washed her sockless feet

And then I watched her turn to me

Her back was open

Torn it seemed

The wind came through

Her moaning back

Torn and formless

As they screamed

The flies and bugs

Gave thanks to me

 

Catherine MacAdam

Image Source: Marta Syrko, Musetouch.