The Red Crescent Moon

Butterfly dying

Oozing jelly

Thick and sticky

Stuck in down-ward spiral

Under the tepid bell jar

.

Crescent moon

Pressing

Down

Down

Down

Deep into the bell jar

Denting the soft glass bottom

Table plateau

.

A cry

Repeating

Meaningless words

Throat stopper

Opaque voice

Calling aloud

A pin dropping noise

Among anvils crashing

.

Butterfly multi-faceted eyes

Staring

Struck still

Rain silence

Clear sky

Moon watching

A spiral crescent burns white

Fading to red

Until disappearing into pallid sky

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