gary just brought
a large, dying
moth to me
scales, yes, all on wing, and
false eye to scare
the predators
wingspan good four inch
death does not fear
eyes
and so
moth had
fulfilled its duty
worm, cocoon, flight, procreation,
death
as I was getting the photos
of the
dead for the may 2005 addition
0.7 by 1.05 inches only
NOT JUST NUMBERS
project
in my hand
a dying butterfly
other hand, collecting dead faces
had not fulfilled duty — not these baby
faces
worm, yes
cocoon, perhaps, no
never found life
flight
never to procreate unless
by error
never to see the process
of the same in their own children's eye
no
photos of women this
month the first month ever
no women
the moth is dead
died much more gracefully
in my hand
sputtered, front legs fell
the rightful end to
the righteous life of a
moth
dead
the picture of the boys are dead
will remain young forever
horrid death, no grace, no
hand to
hold its collapsing body.
memorial day
only for the families of
the dead.
may 30, 2005
©lisbethwest