From Flood Song

by Sherwin Bitsui

Alarm clocks, eagle plumes,
a moth’s unblinking eye
hover from left to right,
in the shrinking room
where the children huddle

        nibbling orange crusts

        from diesel-soaked butterfly wings.

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