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Rattlesnake Island Rattlesnake
A pit in the sand was dug by hand
They, within the borders, burned quietly
A young man's skin was peeling
As he and his fellows set out to sea
On land the fire consumed the plastic
As we panic and panic and covered it with dirt
We tore down and ran for the sake of it
Laughing and bleeding from ankle to toe
The lights of the complex flickered in line
And the silhouettes glittered as hours dropped
The seasonal pests could not be avoided
As the tropical nuisance thundered overhead
The clap and the strike by a match on wet ground
Lifted a contaminated glow above a nicotine scratch
Dilemmas so consequential as noted and received
But there was plenty of room to simply accept and agree
Dear god we've nearly been decapitated
Stray kites by stray strings with children at control
Benches can't shelter while procedure can't aid
Protocol and process might apply while progess appropriates
Pro-social and pro-reclusion and pessimist at heart
In rhythm or illusion with the facts or depiction
While we bow our heads and argue with the ground
A child by practice points out the brightest shooting star
After years of intimidation, the sun's finally rising
A squint at the sight and a cringe at the horizon
It's time we all hit the ground, to sleep or otherwise
And when all things mechanical make for the shut-down
The clock strikes thirteen and the logical fall apart
and the sun was just bright enough to cast some kind of shadow
