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What I saw that day the world turned to rust, Beneath a red dawn, Which fell like blood from the sky, The burning red in my eyes, Consuming all the time, Like a snakes scales that shine different at night. From Rust we are born, Rust which comes from dirt, Rust which came from the sea, On the ghost of a whaling ship, And forms over everything, From ground to ceiling, Crawled and vantage found, Of severing, sweet, crumbling luster, The steeple’s gargoyle and dagger’s handle, I keep it safe for the God’s banquet, Slumber, slip and place on the mantle. by Laurence Fuller, 2023 @laurencefuller www.laurencefuller.art