Tuesday, July 26, 2011


In some
Secret facility
Nestled between the dark corners
And the lush vines
Some creatures
Furry as they are benign
Live alone
Amidst the barbs and chains they know
With no one to understand
No one to care who or what they are
Left in place
until another thought bronzes
the scientist
The next thought they'll get right
and realize the captives are no threat to life
Are just others

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