Poem in the Key of D

Oh yes, I guess in the congregation
you must be a star, an exemplar.

Having cast out your daughter -
divorced, disfellowshipped, damned.

Never lend her your hand in case
she should contaminate.

I guess you feel all right
with a new wife, your new life.

But when eyes are turned another way,
what does your heart say?

Your eyes are hot amber, and I, the fly,
trapped in them for a thousand years -
how I revel in their liquid gold.