OUTLASTING MOTHS
4/11/2015
Like a Blind Wing
All night the ashen bats
rush against our breasts
in short, uneven flight-
quick deaths.
Their fibrous wings
the wind, the darkness
sightless find
fresh targets-
their bite sweet
and final.
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