cloud of flies on mister.

the flies preceded us by millenia i suppose, 
but they sure are glad we came along. 
if we stood still they would have the flesh off our bones. the flies will 
eat everything we don't burn 
and will find plenty to eat when our waste stream is history. 
in fact we are history now, 
hear that fateful buzz, here where we malinger, the voracious mouth 
and end of the stream.