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Island
Long ago a thunder struck a comet And its fragments took wings to float Landed on a village, crossed the bridge wandered all over, and found a sea And a ship as well to carry them To the land of amnesiacs and assassins. Million years hence a big hulked out Of hibernating, from the mist and dust Swathed in loam,bathed in a crater, Eyes watching the birds and beasts Laughed like a flurry of hawks' eggs And quarantined himself in a cave. That was a story untold by dessicated folks They babbled over preserved mammoths And butterflies too, wounded, hard and stone And surely of the mask-men's body buried up On the hills; the sorcerer who kept them in spells. In the new age, semen is still squirted Girls ovulate, and go in the family way They light fire and sit around it,meats crackle In awe how old their stone is, treasured in a shrine. Worms crawl on the dead, burrowed into bones To find out elements of past,they carry through Till waker howls at the end of time, the island.
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