CHRYSANTHEMUM (a poem)
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Poison darts
Frogs and webs
Trap the flies
and swallow them.
Fattened up
on trash and bile
Stomachs full
the creatures smile.
What comes next
a dirty bird.
The screams
of prey
are never heard.
Death by venom
bite of snake
To reach our end
our only fate.
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