A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Aristocracy of Animalia
Crowned with mercy and
Staind with crown royal
You came home to a place that was not
A kingdom
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Animals fit into a certain hierarchy
They hiss and growl, touch and paw and feel
And they make more animals, unless you “fix” them
But while foxes have holes, the sons of mortal man do not have such a home or such an instinct
Tilting their glocks at angels, praying to aliens
Arguing about what “deconstructionism” is, while there is so much meat for such a good price at the SuperMarket.
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He’s coming home, to make it a home
Mighty comet
God of fire
Stranger in a land he built with his own two hands
But you were just
Dust in the wind, waiting for the wind to take you
Somewhere safe where you could lay your head.
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