Metastasised in the noon
Smoked full of joy
Inhaling dust it was soon
To become
The oleanthus gently buzzed
And curled out its leaves
A wasp buzzed inside a fig
Like a memory in a locket
The flies settled on an ankle
A knee, until the whole body
Was a regatta of flies
like pensioners
on a cruise
a fig tree bobbed
thick with fruit
that knocked as
a light wind grew
