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