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With evening came rain,
trees belching flames;
signals, ethereal and bioluminescent,
lost to themselves but not on the callers,
the people who pointed with all but their thumbs.

With rain came the wilted,
hay-winged beasts
that sought out their places to nuzzle and play.
Decadent manes and fangs molded yellow;
subjected to and subjective of
every known cruelty,
and every known measure.

With signals came people
and then came the maw,
settled on gnawing at every bared leg.

With gnawing came panic,
muffled and screamed,

With panic came resolve and hysterical momentum.

With resolve came the end.