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The Four Horse’s Asses of the Necropolis
Jim Culleny
Why would the Four Horse’s Asses 
of the Necropolis
still strew fetid flowers
upon the path
of the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse,
as an ill-wind
blew the scent of aftermath
into the faces of a people
barely mewing?
Would even horse’s asses
herd us down the trail
of our undoing?
Oh, yeah. They’ll happily
have done their will
leaving us nil
while they are safely
toodle-ooing…
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