Other Moths I Have Killed

In keeping with the previous invertebrate post, here is a poem about moths.  This poem was published in Earthspeak, an online magazine, in March of 2012.  Unfortunately, the magazine website is dead.  Much like the moth in the poem.


Other Moths I have Killed

Moth magic:
lint with wings,
a flying up of downed dust, 
a re-ordering of disorder,
entropy reversed.

Flutter under my shirt, 
brush of fuzzy air, 
I squish the irritation, 
my touch breaks the spell.
Wings dissolve
to gray shimmer 
on my fingertips, 
moth powder drifts 
back to unswept corners.