Maggie Sawkins

Bronzefield

Sounds like a place that once
was torched
by the breath of a god,

 

but more likely it was built
on a field of corn,

 

this building with high red walls

 

where you’ve finally
been netted,
my mutant butterfly.

 

When I come to visit
they search my mouth.


Maggie Sawkins
“Bronzefield” first appeared in Magma Poetry, vol. 36, Winter 2006.