This poem is taken from PN Review 260, Volume 47 Number 6, July - August 2021.
Two Poems
Moth
A moth’s sudden ascent
of a ladder of light
as if someone had switched on
his fluttering flight.
He opens his booklet
of wonders – he must
have powdered his wings
with heaven’s blue dust.
In the transparent flask
of his abdomen.
flows the blood of another
world’s denizen.
I could be in his body
but dare not displace
this miniature pharaoh’s
resting-place.
...
A moth’s sudden ascent
of a ladder of light
as if someone had switched on
his fluttering flight.
He opens his booklet
of wonders – he must
have powdered his wings
with heaven’s blue dust.
In the transparent flask
of his abdomen.
flows the blood of another
world’s denizen.
I could be in his body
but dare not displace
this miniature pharaoh’s
resting-place.
...
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