‘Bronze-breasted women’
Bronze-breasted women
gazing at crystals,
in Positano shop windows.
And, in the vines
entwined overhead,
blue butterflies,
warming their wings
in the boiling
morning sun.
‘A swallowtail fell’
A swallowtail fell
onto the terrace,
a banknote,
slipping through the railings.
‘In the night’
In the night the forest
burned, a clutch
of smoking orange groves.
By morning
helicopters ran drills
from the sea to the sky,
pouring fish
and blue water,
into the flames.
Daniel Greenwood 