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Scarab


Another dead man's
heart swapped

for another living
scarab, sprung Athena-like

from dung.
Sun-roller, emerald

rival hung alive
on horse tack, dangled

from ball gowns, thousands
of luminous beetles

mashed
to find their chemical trigger

matches our muscles
during contraction,

only cold light
loses no heat.

Beneath the sheets,
a chest floods

even the open window
with something like blood.


Amy Wright

Everything in the Universe
Iris Press


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