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Poetry: Natural History




We are the hostile children of earth's fatal core.
Everywhere, the ground heaves with our conspiracy,
the air sizzles to the sibilance of our impatient whisperings.
Water moves, but the depths and the dead do not change,
and we, the hungry children, slither through the implacable earth,
listening for a single syllable.

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