D.E. Morgan's Poetry


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Torrential Downpour of Filth
from "L.U.N.A. Let Us Now Ascend"
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Where does this offal come from
that falls from the sky so horribly?
Covering all in slime and grime,
as they run for immediate shelter
Blood, gore, phlegm
the very spit of God
a curse on the human race
that falls from the blackened sky
As the filth collects in the streets,
it grows eyeballs that gaze
and as the eyes grow
they are crushed under human feet
What a bloody, stupendous mess!
What a feast for the rats!
What could we ever, ever have done
to deserve this mass of filth?


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