Ragged Claws

“The skeletons of a thousand butterflies
sleep in my enclosure.”
.                              (Federico García Lorca)

Fire thinks that Shadow dances
like a supplicant.

Fire doesn’t know that when its flames
have gone to sleep,

Shadow fills a sky,
draped with burning diamonds.

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