Shownotes
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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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