Something is burnt
my fingers still learning leaden fluent mercury
fingers will find an agent that fixes
Digital digital
replace silver nitrate
A flyer is burnt, a butterfly breeze,
awkward in scansion,
a wisp of ash flattened,
gawky aureolic
exhausted by cars, the search for its nest
and the wings that its left
already now's then,
this momentary transact seeps into sepia