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"Speak No Evil" (by Joe DiMino)

Speak no evil,
Hear no evil,
But they opened
Their eyes
(Our closest relatives)
Fled back to the trees
For a loftier bed
Fearing the fed,
Dreaming if they are next
To be taxed…

While others
Pulled their long necks
And short heads with small brains
From the sand (They are fowl I think?)
Realizing their safe earth
Had begun to stink;
Poison from deep down
Seeping back to the surface—
Philosophies buried long ago
With their dead architects—
Resurrecting with stench
A spirit of decay—
Scent will always betray…

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