A full-grown metallic fetal man
rests upon a fallen tree branch.
The thing squirms and flails, gradually decreasing,
nothing can cure what ails

This now deformed child-like mistake
and as the mercury sickens it more,
it's skin begins to ache.
This mercury fetus, this bizarre thing,
decreases until it's no more than a pencil shaving.

And once it is mistaken for one.
It lives the life of a fly whose wings there are none.
Now resting upon the center of a leaf of a twig,
it wonders what could have caused
these such misfortunes...

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