A Wing

Traces of fire

catch in veins of light

All strung like a lyre

and transparency, like death

A mosaic of sunray gold

and dewdrop diamond

Black shadows, like ink, sink bold

The blade quivers with every breath

Hairline cracks run through

Like a mirror shattered

every light and every hue

score the plane with skeleton hands

Every blotch and every tear

Every perfect imperfection

Make this treasure more rare

and it crumbles with one breath