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  • Casualties
  • Margot Schilpp (bio)

The thistle butterflies near the glass collapse their weight collectively: they

close their wings


and it’s night again. It’s night with a scarlet flash of light sparking through

the window’s bones.


It only seems like summer here. Go softly into the sparse grasses

and ailing trees —


sumac, timothy, cocksfoot, oak — the stems and trunks camouflaging India

ink and eiderdown.


Then here again: to be. A simple verb for a complex state,

all bidden


in the aftermath of doubt and crutch and die. We are, we are: the sudden

crisis undeterred. [End Page 19]


Be sorry once in a while, even when the jet’s contrails fall to vapor and quit

opposing what has been


and then what is. No one can follow you out of childhood where the butterflies

land, pigments


cloaking the wings, the bright cells caustic to the gray reflections, heavy doses

doubled in the glass. [End Page 20]

Margot Schilpp

Margot Schilpp’s most recent book is Civil Twilight, published in 2012 by Carnegie Mellon University Press, which has also brought out her two previous books of poems: The World’s Last Night (2001) and Laws of My Nature (2005). Her work has appeared widely in literary magazines, including Cincinnati Review, Southern Review, Hotel Amerika, Gettysburg Review, and American Poetry Review. She lives in New Haven, Connecticut.



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