It must have been during REM
in-between a snore
it waited by the esophagus
for the perfect timing
of muscled contractions

Unscathed it continued
like some sort of video game champion
avoiding all the traps and pitfalls
while singing the old song
about the woman

the destination crept up
where newly dead life forms gathered
to be digested and converted

     “Yes” the fly said
     “This is where I will deposit my children”

Prolific little creatures they are
when feeding begins
     “Shall we eat north or south?
      Why not both?”

Intestines became a favored treat
as tiny maws began ingestion
thinning walls into transparent
films of agony 

Decimation then falls upon
lungs, liver, gallbladder and heart
soundless chewing
turning form to liquid
flesh caving in on itself

leaving a just a shell
as more eggs are laid