13167. THERE IS NO PAIN, JUST A PRIME ALLEGIENCE

THERE IS NO PAIN, 

JUST A PRIME ALLEGIENCE

The ocean  has been drained and now we walk on

the resultant sludge. Black mud, filled with dead fish.

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Speckled in between, I see, are all those useless heads

of historical people no one bothers about anymore.

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Nero and Julius Caesar, Saul of Tarsus, and the entire

Antioch village, Simon Bolivar, Christofaro Colon, and Che.

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Frozen figures of a whitened Pompei;

the dead flesh of old Atlantis.
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Without style, and without grace, all things die:

The mate that eats the mate. The Preying Mantis.
The dead flash of all Atlantis.