octagon

there are eight flies sitting on my wall

i just see them, they see it all

forming an octagon above my head

not a bit of them moves, they just sit there in dread

cause if even a bit moved of just one insect

it would cause what they call a knock-on effect

movement, frenzy, disorganisation

the downfall of a bug-eyed nation

this house too has that octagon shape

we all sit in our rooms, restless and awake

listening for the sound of an opening door

or that of a body dropping to the floor