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the saddest blog that ever was
2.16.2008:
“Dystopia”
A bare-fist of bones left to welter in dusty Celebrity
Ungulates, of the most commemorative sort,
Perhaps Dismissed due to the nature of science.
Poseur, harbinger of falsehood, truth-slayer: You are not
An Ox, if an ox is to be of an ox, bleeding oxblood, breathing bovine
Authenticity; such Taxonomic fantasies of Linnaeus schoolbooks make
Demotion a seeming inexorable necessity. For our world
Is of the Hybrid, and not of you, of the cars that speed past any breath
Spent on your racing with us, Feral teeth still gleaming from the cold.
Zoological monstrosity of a forgotten era, bygone and be gone!
One thousand eight hundred fourteen pounds of Humpback,
Yet no worthy killer of whales are you, your awkward pendulum of Dewlap
Swaying in our faces, disturbing the Pleasant midday tea of civilization
Where orchestrators of Societal splendors, architects of the masses, prepare their
Mitochondrial takeover with swift and efficient indelicacy. Such a science.
For we are merely Taxidermic nightmares of the most uncouth kind,
Maternal traces remind us of ungulates long mythic past, genetic evidence of a time and
Race of Females, who bore us on backs like oxen laiden with precious stones
Hypothetically speaking, of course. We have left a few remaining clues
Lingering in the dense warm heat of Indochina, watcher over the bones.
Blog // 3:00 AM
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