The Moth Hunters

it is nothing shameful. -honorable in fact!
while all the world turns sour we admire 
the radiance of our ornate chandeliers
lighting our vast interiors

we admire
our fineries!

wo, what of it? 

we are stoic men of honor sharpened 
like a fine blade - 
And we sing!

O, O, O
sweet brown-eyed lass, come supple, come bare, shaped like an hourglass, shaped like a pear.

and the audacious horrors of this world do not deter us.
Nor should they you!

O, O, O
fair red-haired darling, cum supple, cum bare, 
with lively screaming and not a single care.