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Beings then were like locusts
Tall and straight
Heads reaching for the sky
While the cold of the night
They were going over the road
Required them to wear shoes and coats
And that distrust of the day
Let them forged armors and cut-throats
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The body became too heavy
Legs too weak, unable
To support an army of scars
Pushing one, pulled by the other
Heads over heads
The beings mingled
Comparing, arguing marks and sufferings
So they appeared for the one who sees faraway
Being a uniform heap in every way.
Howard Phillip 2017