Leonard Cohen Inquiry Into the Nature of Cruelty

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A moth drowned in my urine,
his powdered body finally satin.
My eyes gleamed in the porcelain
like tiny dancing crematoria.

History is on my side, I pleaded,
as the drain drew circles in his wings.
(Had he not been bathed in urine
I’d have rescued him to dry in the wind.)