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And all along Terry's rollerskates
Were torn from him
One by one until
Finally, after many days
Of tearing he was down
To his final pair, a pair
He placed upon his feet
And they sent him whizzing
Like the geek squad through the streets
And the streets yawned as they awoke
And all the remaining buildings slipped unnoticed
Into their giant maw. Swallowed down
To the chorus
Of ten thousand shattered windows
And a great plague of the living
Dead was finally unshackled.
And then, as the clouds parted and
The sun broke through
And the first bits of clean
Water began to fall from the sky,
Little susie valentine opened up her mouth
To catch some on her tongue, only to
Realize she was not catching
Water, but goldfish and frogs.
And the slime choked her as they
Slid into the mud together and were
Enveloped by the earth, eyes,
Ears and machine-gun fire melting
Into the ground like dinner
Melts into a stomach
Full of lung-butter.
And from the roaring ground their screams
And groans could have been heard
For miles around them,
If there had been unscreaming ungroaning
Ears to hear them.
And there was no corner of the earth
That remained untouched
And through screaming and crying
Was born a new understanding of
The sun and all it stood for
Four hundred years before
Their books were written
And shackled to its name
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