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Peacock Queen

October 6, 2009

Glorious peacocks
Ruffle their feathers
And preen in your name.

Their blood, still warm, seeps
Over the altars
That belong to you.

You do not dance in
Their rich, rainbow blood;
You weep for them, but
Still they bleed for you.

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