Strange and Classic, Still

Strange and classic, still as two
Flies left on a windowsill,
Two blue flies who had dueled

To the death when no one was
Looking, so that now they look
Only like the usual,

Just two flies trapped by the pane
Who wore themselves out pinging
At sky in futility,

When, no. These flies were heroes,
Gangsters, boxers, Achilles
Vs. Hector, furious,

Brave adversaries who now
Lie down. Strange and classic, still.