It hadn't the "Touch"
Embers glow to a summoned call
Gravity reverses all that is small
And mould them carelessly tall without form.
Different pieces, the same puzzle
Tightly fit around its muzzle.
Eyes of amber and tears of pearl
Sink beneath a ball of threads and bones.
It groans, it moans, a language unknown.
A final swirl adds a dusty touch.
Breathe on. Mud. A solid hunch.
Suspended, a jaw drops.
The entire THING collapsed.
Common breath couldn't make it feel.
It hadn't the Touch.
HE didn't breathe.
Embers glow to a summoned call
Gravity reverses all that is small
And mould them carelessly tall without form.
Different pieces, the same puzzle
Tightly fit around its muzzle.
Eyes of amber and tears of pearl
Sink beneath a ball of threads and bones.
It groans, it moans, a language unknown.
A final swirl adds a dusty touch.
Breathe on. Mud. A solid hunch.
Suspended, a jaw drops.
The entire THING collapsed.
Common breath couldn't make it feel.
It hadn't the Touch.
HE didn't breathe.
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