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This Brave New World

We are the heads
above La Brea’s pits,
our limbs all stuck in tar.
We are the graveyard’s men,
the dinosaurs
and fossilized tales
of life what life was like before–
we are a walking catalogue
of horrid deaths,
a fire that comes–inevitable
across an indifferent sky.
We are the plague that builds
this Brave New World.

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