generations

they have hatched
each morning as the sun rolls in
over the buildings that limn the lake
another generation rises up
to plague me
its my fault
my foolishness
the laziness of days past catching up
with red eyes and blurred wings
they populate my airspace
clouds disrupting my breathing
boiling out from the bananas
resting on cupboard doors
hidden til i reach in for the honey
how long will it take for them to die
tiny bodies littering my counters and floor
will i sweep them up
or will they just go to dust beneath my feet

as i limit their diet
cutting out the over ripe bananas
emptying that hot and humid spawning ground
that was my trash can
perhaps i can end their dynasty
or adjust their tastes
in my efforts to kill them off
am i raising a race of super flys
more adept at aerial avoidance
better able to survive these deprivations
evolved to subsist on slouged off skin
growing out from my potted plants
never to be eradicated