Flight of the Fly

As if they are doing serious business,
A slip-up would cause some deaths,
My colleagues twist their ugly mouths
hissing into phones, lines on their foreheads
folding and then widening.

The regulated air is dead,
Like Jerry once said, a fly
Would suffocate, if not
Drowse in its wavy flight,
Like the paths we take
to clients in words tied.