The Fly’s Last Song

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THE  FLY’S  LAST  SONG:
A Nursery Rhyme

by XANADU

Buzz-buzz-buzz 
Here I go 
Into knowledge 
I don’t know

Into wisdom 
See me fly 
Fold my little 
Wings and die

Maya and Lila 
Sisters two
Spin the web
For me and you

Multiverses
And Big Bang 
These the songs 
I never sang

Lovely songs
I could have sung
Never sang
Lost in dung

Farewell farewell 
To cruel world
Into darkness 
See me hurled

Into boundless 
Abyss I 
Tossed in terror 
Me dung fly

Tangle strangle
Mangle me
Obliterate
Me misery

Heigh-ho heigh-ho
Here I come
Lord of Terror
Strike me dumb

Into Web 
I don’t know why
Helter skelter 
See me fly

Have mercy on 
My wretched soul
Lord of Horror 
Make me whole

Goodbye sun
Goodbye moon
Spider Spider
Eat me soon

8 thoughts to “The Fly’s Last Song”

  2. White fragrance
    Oh, white fragrance
    Fire burn
    Fire burn
    White smoke
    White day
    White flower bloomed
    Oh this day you were so fussy
    White fragrance this morning
    Who will tax you
    Who will tax you
    Ooooooo!
    You wear the sun in your hair
    You wear it so well
    Pedal pedal
    Ride ride ride
    Race race race
    White flower
    Oh, white flower
    Fire burn the sadness
    Which would spoil the day
    White curse
    Wish wash
    You wear the sun in your hair
    Don’t frown
    Don’t cry
    Oh, don’t cry
    White fragrance
    White fragrance
    Fire burn the evil which would spoil the day.

    A spell to expel evil

    1. @ R. Davis

      Well done! Loved your poem! The nostalgic idealism of it . . . Obviously the memory of some beautiful young girl,
      in the springtime of her lily-like innocence . . . wafting by! 🙂

      1. Yes, quite a contrast to the Blake-like grand guignol of Xanadu’s weird ‘nursery rhyme’ poem which has a haunting musicality to it. Someone should put this to elfin music and chant it like a mantra to the dark faerie gods!

        To get the music of the poem, it needs to be sung like an incantation. With a slight end pause after every line. This is what I’d describe as “mantric poetry”.

        It must NOT be read like prose — that spoils the entire effect!

        For example, I’d describe this as hauntingly mantric and musical if chanted with the stresses laid on the TWO correct syllables:

        Farewell farewell
        To cruel world
        Into darkness
        See me hurled

        Into boundless
        Abyss I
        Tossed in terror
        Me dung fly

        Tangle strangle
        Mangle me
        Obliterate
        Me misery

        Heigh-ho heigh-ho
        Here I come
        Lord of Terror
        Strike me dumb

        Into Web
        I don’t know why
        Helter skelter
        See me fly

        Each line has two stresses and needs to be recited like this:

        IN-to WEB
        I DON’T know WHY
        HEL-ter SKEL-ter
        SEE me FLY.

      3. My son Joseph Fragos – google images & see his pix – he is the beautiful guy in the blue shirt – he died a little over a year ago.
        The entrance music I chose was The Humming Chorus from Giacomo’ Puccini’s Madam Butterfly.
        It is what angels sing when you die.
        We walked into a chapel full of angels.
        Google Geisha Humming Chorus & look at the makeup I have decided to wear the red to enhance my eyebrows & my lips.
        The Geisha Look.

  3. Wonderfully playful, witty and sly.
    Tis another sticky wicket you’ve gotten us into!

    Lord Krishna tells the story of Lord Dattatreya
    and his 24 Gurus.

    #23) Spider…
    Spider builds a beautiful web from his heart through the mouth; play and enjoys with it and then after some time swallow that very same web.
    Teaches:
    Lord Supreme creates material universe from His Maya, preserves it and after a while draws it back into the Self. The Supreme Self has no desires and is beyond the reach of cause and effect.

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