Splatterred

Like a fly on the windshield
Crooked legs point in all directions
Make a Nazi symbol
With a heart and body in the middle

The once lively juice-filled life
Turns green

But what of in between?

All of us have our good moments
Those times when God if there’s a God says
“You were worth it”

Did the fly feel worth it?
Did the fly protest wars against flies?
Did the fly raise funding for a fly party?
Did the flies try to at least teach themselves not to bang into a windshield going 60 mph?

If my heart were to be ripped from my body right now
And flung against a wall
It would feel no different

I want to make a difference before I’m beetle juice
I want to raise my voice and scream in protest
“Something is WRONG here!”
“Some things are WRONG!”

And then die
Knowing that other flies are still protesting
Still maniacally throwing themselves into windshields
Trying to make a difference

Trying to get the attention of those who drive cars
At 60 miles per hour
When it’s been proven that cars conserve more energy when being driven at 55

The voice of clarity has long been sung out
The buzzing of flies has taken over

So I fly around, around, around,
Circling,
Diving,
Rising,
Only to circle and dive and rise again

Waiting for my moment
Watching for the next windshield

Waiting for a Prius to land on