they say-
fireflies
of the soul
shine
in the dark.
i wonder
then, where
are all mine?
they
must be sleeping.
or something.
any spark i once had
has faded
all burned,
ashes
on the wind
i can no longer
soar
above it all
on morph-borrowed wings.
how long
since last i flew?
a million years?
the war-
a taxxon.
it swallowed
my fireflies
whole.
and i-
i'm the murderer...