Fried Green Spinach

('Kings Prefer Cheese Over Fried Green Spinach') Walking in the bush, late in the afternoon: Spring winding trails Among Plantae et Animalia. An independent world —Sort of realm of alien species Welcomes your senses with a storm of small flies (genus Drosophila) Which playfully floods the air, all of a sudden, humming Around and annoying each other like microscopic crazy drones. In a clearing, from upon a large fig tree recalling to mind Buddha's Sacred one, or better the ones from the Bible —Ficus carica A nimble Blackbird —Turdus merula, Passeriformes Greets you with a cheerful and melodious warble —Song from The land of the Living To make you dream of a quite different life. Then, the stench of putrefaction attracts your eyes on the huge number Of teeming Diptera maggots —Musca (genus) Feeding on the rotting flesh of what was once a pigeon (Columba livia) At dusk, unable to participate fully in such a world, distressed and Without a fig leaf behind which to shelter, You command Yourself To be expelled From your own, trifling, Garden of Eden. Thus You get away, unnoticed —You too, like everything else, recalled To dust. (Florence,2014) Copyright © Fabrizio Frosini - All rights reserved