HOLOCAUST

				Carnivorous butterflies
				With wings of teflon and aluminum
				And guts of rotten lard
				Sit quietly upon
				A fleshless, polished skull,
				Letting their meal digest,
				Preening the blood from their probosces
				With delicate gestures of steel-spiked feet
				As they chatter among themselves
				In the soft, breathless whispers
				Of the mad.

					- Yael R. Dragwyla


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