The fly catcher

The fly Catcher
- Mark

He cries.
Listen.
Can you hear him?
I can,
But his cry grows faint.

Lost in diamonds,
Can you see him?
I can.

Yet.

His form quivers.
Wile he raps on lifes boundaries.
Searching for hope,
In its parched tributaries.

He scratches at his diamonds,
To take it with him, he tries.
But,
There is no life left.
So gently he dies.

Now, I cant hear him.

His mother cries.
The flies have made him home.

So life goes on..
Or not..
Eitherway,
Listen.
I hear the maggots giggle.