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End of Games (for end of the world comp.)
bloody sheared feathers float in the air
aftermath of heads exploding
shredded pillowcases and soft fillings linger
over human stains
the first victims. scapegoats?
once,
proud inhabitants of
penthouses and top floors
on exclusive steel and glass
deathtraps
formerly known as skyscrapers.
now,
recycled by nature into
cracked bones and flesh
left in makeshift pressure pots.
the force of corked remains mixed with panicked souls
yanked from their yolk-selves
and hard shells,
started the first explosions.
"poached" in their own recipe
of money and greed
21st of December
the end of days has begun
maybe the start
of a new cycle of life
let the mortal Olympics begin!
it's a good day to be a hiker
a good day to know the great outdoors
a good day to make peace with nature
where the hell are the campers when you need them.
Published 12th Dec 2012
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