On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things
Across the Tundra, lemmings race
To the cliff, then over the face.
The prevailing theory laments
That this is not mass hysteria
But miscalculated judgment
In migratory behaviour.
And I watch my neighbours hoarding
Lest they should find themselves wanting;
Epitomes of ascendancy
Clipped to animistic qualities.
Flailing arms scurry to the abyss
Repeating, ‘The sky is falling!’
And I, a social misfit,...
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