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>And we came upon the half-dog >lying in the road. >It said, > >There was one along here not long ago. >Beautiful long hair, >beauty in her eyes >a grace about her >as she read the nightmare. > >"I have not heard such talk," >said she, "since his lecture >on the refusal of gravity," >referring to the great talker. >She then took her knife and filled the chalice, >the price of admission. > >Menisca was her name, >and I could see through her >to the rising swarm. > >There was first the field >of impossibly tall stalks, >what might be giant maize in bloom. >And then the men like ants >from out of it >to talk in strange words >at the tree stump >while many miles away >the flame roared. > >And behind them >an old house >inside which were children >a boy and girl >playing seek and find. >And the boy bringing a box >inside which was >a thing unliving >eating the debris of stinking dead. >And inside the unliving were the gears unwinding. > >copyright 2002 >by Scott Montelauro >I do now put this work in public domain.
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