An Ode to a Fly or Fly Noon

Is it fiction or is it fact
The story of a fly
With a ten gallon hat.

Can I hear a western drawl
Coming from
The fly walking across the wall.

Myth and moth call out the name
Of the fly
Who is the insects modern John Wayne.

When he zooms across the sky
All the world
Stops to admire our cowboy fly.

He fights for the right and the just.
Bang! bang!
One more spider bites the dust.

He is the fastest on the draw.
Our six legged hero
Has just increased his score.
Spiders and earwigs,
when breaking the law,
Should keep a low profile
Or you’ll breathe no more.

For In Her Eyes

“I don’t believe in God you know”
Said the architect to me
“I build my buildings just
For other men to see
And so I build them very high
So men like you will stop and stare
What matters is the way it looks
And not the people living there”

Well I’ve never built a building
And I’ve never planned a plan
But I’ve wondered where the stones came from
That were never made by man

You can’t believe that Jesus stuff
Said a scientist I knew
The facts are not explainable
And therefore are untrue.
For man is mainly water
And water’s H2O
A scientist can split a cell
As far as it will go

But you can only get so far
Dissecting bit by bit
And when you’ve split the world in two
There’s nothing left to split

You can’t believe in Jesus Christ
Said Pilate in my dream
I had him killed, oh years ago
To keep the city clean
Its true we had to bribe some guards
And persecute a few
And most left Jerusalem
And that’s the last I knew

And suddenly the scientist
Was also in my dream
And by him stood the architect
With Pilate in between

And by each one stood Jesus Christ
And then a woman came
A prostitute from Magdala
They certified insane
And Mary Magdalene spoke
And each man watched her eyes
Which spoke much more than words of truth
Where they had spoken lies

So split the atom, clone a sheep,
Or build your buildings high.
But do not ask me what you saw
In Mary Magdalene’s eye.