Words for the Chisel (collection)/Tiger Moth

by Genevieve Taggard

Tiger Moth

Black and Savage, here I lieTaken by thy symmetry,

Quiet as the little beastTaken in the jungle midst;

Breathing lightly, lest I stirSome of thy bold gossamer,

Wanting sleep, where all forgetDew of terror made them wet,

With mortality come onAnd the crying glory gone;

So to wake as we beganJust a woman and a man.