S.O.S
we sit and blankly
stare at angry flames
that cackle and spit like
disgruntled village elders
whose toothless gobbets
sizzle madly on the hearth
…---…
we glumly consider how
our world began to eat itself,
gluttonously consuming the
bounteous fruit we’d
nurtured in the rich
alluvium of our tolerance
…---…
we gorged ourselves on
the nutrients of eq...
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