haiku

There was a fly once,
in the time of dinosaurs.
It knows what happened.

Trees outside windows
speak of forgotten lore and
that which we have lost.

crash of thunder, bright
lights, cacophony and bells,
catacombs for loss.

story kept secret
susurrates along fingers
ABC... and free!

and if you should judge?
should hold me against myself?
why, i acquiesce.