The Heavy Beating Of Wings Poem by Adryan Barnathan

This damselfly
shampooed and jubilant
alighted by the light
of full sun
now wakes to sleep
in all that falls away-
I grieve alone
as I wake alone
drying my wings
crumpled, cracked and broken
finding warmth in caves,
surprised at dawn
as though it were
the end of time
in total blackness.
From earth's insides
words open
like diamonds.
I witness love
in this calm
but the mind is no substitute
for this inflated heart ache
suckling to cling
to a diseased love
so black
so sweet
hoping it will come out of wolf's clothing.