The only noise now
Is his stomach
Screaming "Ow!".
Decision rescinded.
He must leave
To find water and food
In his tattered greaves.
Where'd they go? It can't be so!
Is anyone left
To tend the word of law
In this new found heft?
Tomorrow's sorrow.
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The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air
PoetryThe complete genocide of the human species in rhyming fashion. 1,558 words.
