Lily Harris

Suicide En Masse



The sun sank,
this great elliptical tea bag
into the Mississippi

mouths of smoke
curl out
in butterfly tongues
wet with summer air

desolate main street
a silent cargo barge
creeps up the river
spot light stretches miles
seducing Mayflies
tempting instinct-decay

they swarm the sky
apocalyptic fright
frenetic insect orgy
dive-bomb down
crushing winged bodies
against the afterglow
of my lantern eyes.

mmmmmmmmmmmm

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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