Untouchable

A flesh fly was cast out
by his tribe
for he was seen sitting
on the brim of a container
containing nightsoil.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Empress Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Love the word weaving here and how you’ve delivered a very descriptive poem in few lines for your readers to see and grasp the powerful nature of how one feels when cast out or feel like an outcast! Sad for the fly as the tribe cast him out! Deep poem! Brilliant metaphor! Pleasure reading you today! Sending you light always
Rolland Avatar
January 17, 2025 at 4:09 PM
enjoyed your poem, works like a metaphor sometimes,; blessings
Devi Avatar
January 16, 2025 at 8:25 PM
Although drty in their hearts people generally discard one caught while doing a dirty things.A metaphor relevant to the state of our society
Wolf Avatar
January 16, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Whoa. I read up on these 'flesh flies.' They are as disgusting as they come. ~ Ovo Vipa Porous
Dietrich Avatar
January 16, 2025 at 8:25 AM
hmmm, tribal laws for flies!!
Andresen Avatar
January 16, 2025 at 2:19 AM
- Disgusting flies ... you never know where they sit ... - A good example in your poem, Akham - hugs
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