La Mosca

El ocho patas
ate a mosca

the juices
clung to his whiskers

he spit out
the convex eyes

el ocho patas
could see through

the crunchy
wings

he let the mosca's feet
fall to the floor

the gringa of the house
never had a clue

she vacuumed
them up

but her shaggy white carpet
only fooled Americans