Dying Moth

That night!
Didn’t I have my night!
The females glorious.
The scented vibrancy of sucking
And flickering in the dark uplifting.
But now
This overwhelm of newborn day
Softens my unblinking eyes.
Stabs foul.
I will flinch no more from
The boom of boring day-sound in my ears.
It’s cool here on the floor.
Smell earth.
Whatever the big shadows do
I will just fold my wings
And wait.