Benjamin De Casseres

(1873-1945 / United States)

Moth-Terror - Poem by Benjamin De Casseres

I have killed the moth flying around my night-light; wingless and dead it lies
   upon the floor.
(O who will kill the great Time-Moth that eats holes in my soul
   and that burrows in and through my secretest veils!)
My will against its will, and no more will it fly at my night-light
   or be hidden behind the curtains that swing in the winds.
(But O who will shatter the Change-Moth that leaves me in rags --
   tattered old tapestries that swing in the winds that blow out of Chaos!)
Night-Moth, Change-Moth, Time-Moth, eaters of dreams and of me!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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