from “Red, Requiem”

Ruby

One leg laced & one
leg braced & seethingly
fragile, I’ll take the path
of needles
any day.

Stupid children take toys
to the woods, get lost
there all the time, like this
needle, this needle sings, this
needle would send any poor devil
to his fate.

Needles & feathers from
certain unnamed
flightless birds. There are
peacocks on the walls &
all we need
is some thunder
& lightning.

Boom. (Flash),
boom.

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