Cameras may only blink once even at the sight of butterflied blood eagles. Your eyes don't. Don't let one blink their eyes in front of you.
Content Warning
This canon contains elements of
Violence, mental torture, and murder;
Religious fanaticism;
Text depictions of mild gore; and
Vulgar language
Most winter butterflies die and rot away. Some don't.
the blackjack man on his horseback
he picks a grain of sand for diamonds
something of a butterfly grants him glass
something like a shampoo the glass irritates
the ears of news boys intertwined
they only report and abet
the man to pose
but the boys dozed
as if powdered by tar
a powering notion
blood empowered by fuel
until a whekau cried
the soot
he picks it up and melodied
waiting to mold and melt onto the ground
but that is when a note played
a string of sound and letters
intertwined
ears and eyes
it encapsulates