Genesis

Cheek scratched on concrete beak

gargoyles gone a-hunting.

Subtle subterfuge less mystique

bestial foils go grunting

on toward less forward a path.

Spectres in fear of confronting

damn them all – you do the math.

Sorry souls still are jumping;

doing, and then not doing enough.

Hard hearts continue thumping

till death owns all that other stuff

and scientists keep on debunking…

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