Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Human Condition


The frozen butterflies will bleed in green
As ice cave algae in the pumice desert –
They rise, desert us, copper wings unseen.

The hummingbirds with syrup wings sing red
As artic cacti bloom in salted prairies –
They drink the silver nectar from your head.

The broken bats betray us, breathing blue
As deep-sea alpine orchids make us wary –
They build the golden lips that we are due.

Now, you.

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