all the cold horses

in the science of it when the world was young
little slugs crawl out of the primeval mire
to eventually become charles darwin
other primeval slugs become books of paper
and pens
over history some of these are even given state funerals
coca cola factories oil platforms and modern art
all this and more
even stars are dust of other stars dust of stars
in parks on sunny picnic days
or at night when rubbish blows across the street
ah the science of it
 
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