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The Madman Sings
Falling fast blind rush of speed
dry earth nurtures not the seed
unclaimed discarded unbequeathed
the bounding heart belies the deed
Too late we hear the mouse trap's spring
garbled song the madman sings
as endless as his golden ring
frantic flutter broken wing
The smell the stench of rotting flesh
the milky sweet of baby's breath
juxtaposed and viewed against
unblinking eye of vacant death
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