Graham Lambkin / Michael Pisaro – Schwarze Riesenfalter
Black butterflies crowd the midnight sky.
A beacon pierces the offshore mist with firelight.
We awaken to the flutter of bats, a passage of hawks.
An icy wind of bleached birches and synthesized snow.
Rude chorus of fragmented mouths submerged in rumor.
The king lies deposed, un-dead.
— Michael Pisaro / Graham Lambkin