Maggie Sawkins


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.