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Wilbur. N
The harpy feasts on the flesh of its young
Gory and gold, as the skin clung
Ripped wings and paper strings
Tied together as they heard the ringing
The eel slithers through the seaweed
Reeds of reeling
The screeches of the harpy cut through the ocean’s ceiling
The eel felt it’s heart scream when hearing
The sun watched, listened to every word
For no one else heard
It sung a psalm
One that held the weight of an atom bomb
How dare they live and wither?
Wither away, through their decay
The anger the sun felt burnt the ground
Scorching the dirt for all those that it held bound