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"Pandora"

• onslaughts of parasitic butterflies devour her liver each eve
• sparing just enough to grow back the next day.
• her nightclothes are torn under razor beaks
• then mended each morning by the nimble-fingered Narcissi
• who do not lament her predicament,
• but sing mellow little tunes in C minor
• a statement: there is no latent compassion for Pandora
• or her decendants
• in Greece
• or in Rome.

"Blood and Water"

• They say the ties that bind, wither towards the end
• Their witty mottos downplay the love of a friend
• "The blood of the covenant," the adage remains still frozen,
• "Flows much thicker than the water of the womb."
• And therefore they deduce: our loyalties reduce
• And family only matters when it is chosen.
• But the blood relations between man's nations
• Groan under the strain of their bond
• For who would have thought that brothers were not
• By long and far man's best creation.