A little black fly,
with bulbous black eyes,
landed on a brick wall.

it looked around,
through a multitude of screens,
then he settled down and thought .

he wondered at the size of the world,
and at this smoke which burns his eyes.
he tried to comprehend the nature of,
these enormous speeding insects,
that nurish him not.
he tried to understand the purpose of,
these looming cold mazes,
that feel the joy and pain of nature not.
he watched large soft fleshy creatures,
in their millions walk about.
he pondered the morals of their right,
to give or to take his life.,

and he wondered why only they are different
and set apart from what he knows as \'us\'.
he marveled at their numbers,
and their fearlessness and pride.
most of all he wondered why,
out of all of \'us\' only they,
give back to the mother not.

then he puzzled out complicated equations,
which planned his path of flight.