Beam Of Fireflies Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Beam of fireflies
Fireflies fluoresce
On crusty sedges,
Grasses sleeping
In a haunted bough.

A young child lies
Under the mottled
Edgecomb gray
Once a pile of leaves.

Who hunted gaunt,
When hunter found
Only fad dead ants
Manured by light?

In their narrow frames
Sprouting into leaves
From tree of bronze hue,
Stalk, a faint beige.

Green pinnate grim
Only arises, when eyes
Make of scorched leaf
Hollow diamond bowl

Concave with handfuls
Of silver-eyed dew,
Full body in toothed boo
Bodiless guilt never found -

Not even in hands
Of a shallow pond
Where a hyacinth
Swims through blind

Attracted only to gleam
The absent-minded stone
On which a crow lands
To harvest earth's beckon.

And bough slimmed-down,
Shadow growing shriveled,
Blow only bowl dust,
Blow only fallow wind gust.