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Bone-PolisherIt lies before you juicy and gigantic
The contours they render you frantic
The sleek pipes and rough stone
Just tender flesh and bone
Awaiting your ravenous panic
You can smell them rigid and shivering
Your blades they hum with the quivering
Spinning wheels and grinding brakes
A giddy hunger you must slake
And reduce these ramparts to kindling
Sublime you glide through the carcass immobile
Resistance to this crazed menace is futile
These tools of your will
With wild sparks they spill
Out lamentations from their frames so fragile
Looking back on the ruins you canvas
Licking your lips - still slightly famished
Mad marks and smoking skids
Gazed at with wonder by the kids
A sooty signature of your fanciful nimbus
In the AfternoonAs the sun hangs heavy burning on high,
Irradiating its beams in the sky,
There is one that casts inward a blind eye
And withdraws beneath cool secluded sheets.
While creatures forage with hectic temper,
The traffic encircles with pitched fever.
A soul solitary slumbering stirs
In repose having discarded his clothes.
As the clockwork unwinds noisily down
The business mandatory of the town,
The weary undisturbed breathes not a sound.
Wordless are the dreams darkening distress.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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