Metamorphose Poem by A.Z. McCoy

Metamorphose



With the tremble
Touch of expand and death
Locust shells
Quiver, crack, fall, patter
From
Perched
to fly into the sun
Splitting in their delight
To know of
Time-shucked cobs
In a season of harvest

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A.Z. McCoy

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aboard the flying gunship Reagan
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