Like Butter
By Zahgurim
There it is again
A descending mass
of flames
ripping through the
darkened sky
As the woodsman's
tool
splits a log that will
end in embers
finally carried away
by the coastal winds.
There it is again
A cold-blooded set of
fins
tearing their way through
a deeper blue
As the teeth of said
beast
cut through yet another
helpless school
finally ending up as just
another forgotten meal.
There it is again
Another third-party
reference
he hurt himself again...
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© 2007 Zahgurim
Published on Monday, April 2, 2007.
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