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by Charles Ivey

Created on: May 15, 2007

NECURIOSITY

He lay still and silent as if deep in sleep
But respond he did not with even a peep
The bugs crawling in all about him they creep
From the tangles of hair to the bottoms of feet
Critters have nibbled on the edges of ears
Eaten away lips and licked up the tears
This corpse lay smashed after hit by a train
And here for days this body has lain
So why can't it stay here for just a few more
So I may return and study the gore
And when I am full and my curiosity slain
I will call to report a man hit by a train

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