Two vast and leglike trunks of stone
paused on a walk 'round their beautiful home.
The desert swept in, their whole body fell off.
Somebody put a plaque up, somebody wrote a poem
to scoff
- and between-eyeblinks, between breaths -
those legs walked off again.
They were chuckling low about death.
It was all quite musical. The lyrics,
if any, were lost in the lull.
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