I caught the edge of the world
In my mouth
Slicing it with my incisors
Grinding it against my molars
Tumbling young civilizations
Into that oceanless sea
Falling, flailing bodies
Pattered against my lips
Like flecks of gold
As I enjoyed my mid-morning aperitif
Of mayhem and misery
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Tiamat
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