Orion’s belt

Written by Cathoel Jorss, published 10 years ago

Lying on my back on the sharp grass I saw the stars, some of them, saw Orion’s Belt, or some of him, he is who the Greeks once saw they say only instead of Orion arching his back I saw a giant dragonfly plummet like a biplane doomed in the direction of the distant soil, dragonfly ploughing through Orion’s chest, a kind of shield ingrown, gone awful. I have left it there and come inside.