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Eulogy to Poacher's Ears

  • soli
  • Aug 2, 2020
  • 1 min read

What hubris, an animal

who wears ears like

a pendant, rather than

harps strung for listening

to musical prowess found

surging through notes

high and low, harmoniously;

below whistling seas

above chirping skies

inside trumpeting terrains

pity he who hears nothing

but a foreign tune,

pity he who cowers

before Cognition's concert.

What hubris, an animal

who in his own rendition

slanders, timidly

"nonhuman"

the song of another.

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