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Butterflied, oh

Yonsiri Rojas

I

fish-eyed, butterflied collection

of furrowed bones composed of dust

and glitter scattered throughout the meadow

the gray-hued calcium boughs quiver

at the poisonous, foetid breath of their beast…

a skin sack stuffed with long rancid meat;

sheathed in tettered flesh, a machete

II

a blood-colored glass of something

hails onto the peppermint braids of greenery

altogether the beasts croon about glory, thorns, wars

fortresses built off your pearly lament sprout from the land

moonlight bathes the so-called clique of control

as merciful - but cunning - death abates the tempest.

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