Wednesday, June 16, 2010


Twilight deepens
In the graveyard
And the first cicadas sing

Moth’s quick shadow
On the gravestone
Human skull between its wings

The moth’s soft touch
Against your cheekbone
Fear is such a fragile thing

The harbinger
Glimpsed by moonlight
Human skull between its wings


C.J.Duffy said...

Wonderfully descriptive. Bloody big moth though. Must be French!!

wastedpapiers said...

Wow - this is like some lyric to a Black Sabbath song!

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