Mosquitoes and Wings

I think of mosquitoes when I see wings,

I think of mosquitoes as of wings: like
any wing: like a wing going unnoticed

a pigeon's wing ripping hard the sky's
in the act before ripping the sky

flesh, the mosquito sucks blood apart, in that manner,
the mosquito sucks blood

:you know, in that manner when it bows
as wings suck the sky, its blue brow.

over a certain part of your body,
This is the difference, only:

a needle-like beak eating hungrily your
the mosquito does it with bodies,

blood, there and there, now progressing
with those who plows innocently

over here. The only difference, I guess,
their orchard, those striding

are what they cause: malaria and
through a thick jungle

shapelessness. And how they look.