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When an embryo was growing in a petri dish 
I said this is it my adieu 
for I am now ready for a new journey of self denial 
a skull in my lap 
after the abdication of ancient fear 
the eyes of buttercups poked with hot iron rods 
a hoe breaking the neck of a bowed man 
to humanize an ugly beast 
my fragile hands make a cup to collect the light 
of a fading sun to pour on the stillness 
of the dream’s dark roaring 
that’s how a pinned butterfly becomes 
resigned for capitulation