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Loss

The darkest dungeon awaits
The dangerous arrows of death
Crows and carrion circle the deep stench of it
The hyenas’ laughter echoes the great disaster of it
The Lions roar the terrible loss of it
The antelope will run
The ants will scatter
.
.
A tiny scorpion
Has stung a bee.


© 2000 Marisela W.
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