The Insect Baby
Unearthly markings on the
moist earth toned shell skin
are, surprisingly,
from the earth we've not
spent the hours to see.
I get a view of it
through my poor lens,
the buried, small, unhappy
earth, away from the sun,
separated from God,
where the devil's cohorts live.
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