Of Buildings between Angels and Monsters

Of Buildings between Angels and Monsters
In the year of the Iron Rabbit
On April 114
She witnesses the chance encounter on her sewing table
of an Umbrella
and a Butterfly

folded Angel wings
forgotten lying on the floor like petals
thrown from the fire

she dreams in Bones
splintered eaten roasted and melted dished up for the lost Children
strolling along the boulevard

bleached by the Sun
skinned and splintered into jagged edges
jagged edges bent backward into her fingers
her elbows broken
a shard under the sewing table