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Footnote: Halloween Poem
I ask you to give to your imagination
pause to engage in the eerie consideration
of what horrific and ghastly, but living, monstrosities
(created, perhaps by wild genetic mutations)
might dwell in a city's storm sewer system;
things that can be called by the term, "abomination";
things that elude or defy even science's wisdom;
things that radically skew, or at least confuse,
our sense of our own existence and our reality
(not to mention the rather chilling possibility
to nourish them---perhaps our descendants' destiny).
The thought is unpleasant, one we do not mind to lose
to the deluge of mundane chores and the responsibilities
to extend and expand the stockholders' equity;
and to nourish our employers, the monolithic corporations:
are they not, also, some rather malformed monstrosities?
Starward
