In Praise of the Eastern Lubber Nymph

February 18, 2018 | Psalms

In praise of the eastern lubber nymph shedding its exoskeleton I sing.

Hanging it from small branches and leaves – telling intruders “turn back, or face a similar fate – the flaying alive and stringing up of your former self.”

In praise of our uncivilized, alien world I sing.