Black rain pours
Down putrid dark clouds
Remorselessly afloat above the horizon
Suppressing sneers
Like revolutionary grim reapers.
Evil bees over
rotting castor oil plants,
Gathering venom
Every flower
A soul eater
Every stone
A volcano
And blade like tides
Rise in the brackish sea
And cut the coastal strands
to and fro
To and fro
Below the trees
Above the ground
An ant carrying food
will reach the anthill



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