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Osama Bin Laden Is Buried At Sea

Infidel fish arrive, shoals of blank-eyed eaters swim in circles, each time the head turns toward Mecca they nudge it in another direction. Sea-bugs emerge, dyspeptic crustaceans as small as fleas, fastidious eaters that consume only hate. Above the waves a ship sails away, having buried again the evidence of hells D.N.A.

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