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Oscar_Locke

Australia

In this country the animals
have the faces of
animals.

Their eyes
flash once in car headlights
and are gone.

Their deaths are not elegant.

They have the faces of
no-one.

~ The animals in that country, Margaret Atwood

Message to Readers

tear it apart, please.

breaking

December 18, 2018


and i wonder...

we hold them,
with fingers,
and arms,
and place them
all around.

and we watch,
the utilities,
and the beauty,
they perhaps provide.

but what we ignore,
are the screams,
a second per atom,
as entropy pries
the pieces apart.

the groan of a chair,
the fading of a picture.
Slowly, sure as rivers
freezing over,
the whispers turn to
screams, and the

objects break.

and i wonder...

how different are we, with our bones too reduced to dust?
rushed this but whatever. no rhyme (kinda has rhythm but it's bad). I just wanted to have some nice emphasis on specific words to create mood. 

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