The Expression of Emotion in Man and Insects

Under glass, a bare forest of pins
held down an army of insects in ragged rows:
dung-beetle tanks, armored cars, caissons, and carts

towed white flags that bore the fancy names
they’d been given by the conqueror
and date of capture. The smallest ones,

collected when Darwin was just some young man
neglecting the study of divinity,
lay where they’d been glued to their tags,

waiting for stretcher-bearers.
On the other side of the island,
at the end of an aisle of skeletons,

I discovered a few finches a long way from home—
dead a long time, sooty feathers sewn shut
over wads of wool, feet tied with thread

into a faded bouquet of twigs and dance cards.
When I opened the door
of the museum devoted to every kind

but my own, the scent of salvation
tried to keep me out, moth flakes fighting
to keep the living from feasting on the dead.

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Debora Greger’s most recent collection is Men, Women, and Ghosts (2008). She lives in Gainesville, Florida.

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