Two micro poems from different folders, Heartjump Quickly the fallen, fall swiftly, swift and down. Two objects are plunging from tree, then a sandcrack, a rustle, and, on the ground, a tumult, as bird eviscerates insect, big as itself. A louse, woodlice, opened now, steel beak pecks - pecked at him, his stomach. Busying himself vengefully with the breaking of the shell; and I, heartjump. & #1 gold-bodied a beetle dives into muck and dirt a silica of glitter on his porch, his wing. there is no evidence of his home now it is vanished, small soil tabernacle he carried in the sun. from The Silence open.salon/blog/poethead/2014/09/02/heartjump_by_c_murray
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 12:01:35 +0000
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