Prick with a pin the thickest vein.
A butterfly, albino, sniffs the skin
with serpentining snout uncurled
to sip the silken sanguine pearl,
to sate, with crimson hue, her wings.
Now see, the heavens flutter pale
and papery, swarm the trickling fount,
and Yes! the sun illuminates the task—
to pock this body limp with bloodied vugs
to glut a million throbbing compound eyes!