Not-Things

In a pair, they were flying: 
two monarch butterflies. 
Hither, thither-
Fluttering in synchronized wings. 

There was a Stark effect 
in silhouette. The fever rises 
in the bush. Someone streaks 
in the street after moon 
Let us stop the mouths- 
to remain open. A missile flies 
above your head aimed 
for the burial ground. 

A nascent star screams. 
There was yellow blood 
on your hands. You had 
squeezed the young fruits.

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