Lightning Bugs

The lightning bugs swarm Like meandering particle trails Not colliding not stopping Against the thick nothingness of indigo And carpeted tree barks, and the bones of bricks More corporeal than distant porch lights Shining against the refutation of night And the strychnine of a savage darkness The secret, poisoned shadows from yesterday's arrows They coalesce into the glowing twilight And melt like vapours at dawn Like falling stars vanish Right after you breathe your wish While you are still looking Without even a smoke trail To show where they used to be