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when the moth does it, we complain of
half-promised wind-drops on the evening news
…well folks, don’t let the sunshine fool you…

when the rich do it, we say eat the rich,
we say five-sigma, and blame
the folly of complex financial derivatives

when the cell does it, metastasis we say, and
sorry, there’s nothing more we can do

when the artist does it, genius we say,
art we say, and no more.