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409 by Matto.

Published on July 7, 2011

Giant blue heaven,
Sea of jellyfish clouds,
Peaceful on my back.

A fallen cousin washed to shore;

So foreign, so inhuman,
A fat boy greets it—
Sharp shovel blade.

Demons flash the calm—
Memories called and aired:

Brothers and self;
Carried on the wind,
Baked in the sun,
Sliced to bits.