8 - Euripides Has Landed

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I told them to stop yelling,

but they had to be so loud.

We walked along the graveyard

near the shore with no still sounds, 

but I felt her shake shoulders-

Couldn't tell her it was me

who cut down the witty tree.

I hear them now, they're coming.

Distant distance dissipates! 

The blood, the sweat falls from skies-  

Euripides has landed!

No one seems to know quite why. 

The blood, the sweat drips from grass

up towards the heavens' ass. 

No stains on my new rug, please-

I said no stains on my rug!

No stains on the rug, are you 

even listening to me?

You must relocate, they come!  


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