Conquest - a poem

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Conquest

A fly lands on my pen this morning -

slender, small, with elegant pointed head.

He likes the smooth white shank, the blue

clicker, looks on attentively

at the scrawl spilling onto the page,

cocks his head this way, then that.

Does he miss his flock

of circling zig-zagging kin

making their air sculptures?

hello, little friend;

welcome to this pen.

Now he's on the sleeve

of my green rain jacket,

has claimed me as his empire

and likely

has shat on me, much as we

might plant a U.S. flag on distant Mars,

thinking that our marking of a planet

makes it ours.