At this world's end enter

a city, a butterfly house
where lives, frail, urgent
wing together in colour;
Swirl on pushing lusheng
currents, pulsing to beats
from earth's electric root.
Guan, guan
the Ospreys cry
Hey sexy lady!
Spring,their bud, their now,
They, the butterfly women,
till they fly from mothers,
flutter free from fathers
grasping partners by luck
from the cycles of hands;
Do they dance for a man?
or join a naive beauty;
The boughs in a breeze
weeds a-flutter in water,
the weathering of limbs~
a dance-hall elemental.
Guan, guan
the Ospreys cry
Gangnam Style!
Half in the blue celestial
of skies where a playful
sun caresses young kisses
across your lands of skin;
Half in the silvers selenic
of forests in moon shadows
curling in soft secrecies
the coomb of your thigh
오빤 강남 스타일
Each mother seasoned
through the ache, breach
and break of her birth;
By plough, blade in earth
by saw, tooth biting bark
has brought out from chance
her butterfly into the dance.
강남스타
Pin these wings, memory-thin
back into the mudded churn
of our clod-heavy mass of days,
till in a now of coming years
among a city of caged birds
crumpled men, singled in
silence, mingled in separations,
will observe loves lost forever
sing between mute iron bars.
Guan, guan
The Ospreys cry
Gangnam style.
'Guan, guan, the osprey cry ' refers to the Chinese poem 'Guan Ju' in the 7th century BCE 'Shi Jing'.
'The Song of the Butterfly Mother' is a traditional Miaozu creation myth.
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