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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