Garden Tiger
flying into human house,
From a soft black
autumn night
Black and
white patterns over orange underwing
A nonstop
midnight moth
Addicted to
light
Circles round
the room
A tiny
kamikaze plane
Dives
headlong at the table lamp
Again, and
again
Drawn to its
own destruction
Headbutting a
hot bulb
Flops back
exhausted
Fluttering wings,
waving limbs
Compelled by
incandescence
It can’t
stop itself
Drunk on this
false sun
It rises up
once more
And makes
another flight to doom
I was happy
to see its beauty
In this
lonely room
But I’ve no
wish to be
Witness to
suicide
So, I catch
it in a beer glass
Bless it and
throw it
Out of my
window
Back home to
the night.
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