Mired in toxic waste
Cain courts Ophelia
En pointe
She must float above the
Flowering lances
And lowly toadstools
Doomed Ophelia
Follows the wind into the glass wall
Losing elevation
As the forest fire consumes
From the knees down
Defective appendages
Weak and pitiful
Powerless as the contents of a
Crysallis
Given time
The metamorphasizing mass
Of carbon atoms and luck
Will discover that its wings
Can lift it
Where its knees cannot
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