espaliered to a radiator grille or hurled from the glass cave of a child's mason jar into the garden spider's web -- a slow dance of paralytic stings, death's handiwork spun out of silk, cradled by the wind -- and the bodies warm to touch in the rising drone of dusk still flutter among the bronzed backs of men in the park -- pale wings fanning a glitter of dust. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 4 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE SHADOWS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN |