From the Top
In their slaying cocoons
these loathe baboons
brood their chaos
In their slaughtering houses
they see some rubble
of a ruined love.
But not being above
they fail to see
what we see
as from these tops; their spite are steps we scale to skies;
these tops, so cool
and also true.
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