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Creatures drag themselves on wet ground

Headed towards their burial ground

Years of climbing, years of dying

On the bones of ancient giants

And a hill forms from the death-sludge

Growing tall out of the hot mud

Then it hardens and it cools

A rich man settles down and digs a swimming pool

Sculptures hold up a six-column portico

Priceless paintings nailed to trees

Cadillacs lined up like cavalry

And in the basement everything is painted red

Except the black disco balls

And the mirrors that line the halls

And out back there’s a man-made lake

With daybeds and tire swings

The town kids smoke meth and drink

Behind the scrap metal heap

The guest house lies hidden

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