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Metastasis

The storm--that's what we call it now--

moved in slowly, and quietly, 

at first undetected by man and machine.

 

One instant's calm gave way to another's chaos

and the storm's effects

asserted themselves.

 

The crops drowned, seeds smothered,

the house blown away

brick by brick

 

Turned against its sole inhabitant

beholden to the cyclone now

brainwashed.

 

We watched tears, heard screams, 

until only silent, sterile air

remained--

 

No life left to inhale it.






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