Lady Mayfly by Indee Sehrish Watson

Lady Mayfly

the dawn fog sees my birth, born

of water, my egg pierced by hatchling

claws                   I unfold into the morning,

the air young and sweet, my winged

body supple and silver

I gaze here in the still waters, upon my

quickly evolving form,                             its intricacies

shaped by the wind, faltered thereby earth and

sky alike            my wings are stained glass,

beating through fleeting seconds,

twitching crystal heaving upon my thorax

my spirit dwindles not as you gorge upon

my flesh            feeble bird feeding through

my body, I am the berry, the carcass, the blood

of your earth                   the ruiner of my own

by dusk, I am dying                    a walking, winged

corpse                 drooping low to the earth

as a dew drop reaching                             to seep through

fresh soil           and as my body falls down,

I am consumed whole                into the dirt

of your earth