Broken Bridges

Broken Bridges

If you come near
the moon, you will find the
collective grief.

Someone sets free
hundreds of fireflies
to begin talk with me.

The angels are
becoming boneless. Your throne
is dirty. Temple sobs.

Reviews

[tumi]

a powerful exploration of grief and connection,
hundreds of fireflies, angels' re becoming boneless
evokes vivid imagery that makes it overall a wonderful poem