I’ll just hang this here


One can not deny it is beautiful
Though not at all the icon of lore
Its strangeness appealing to few
Some enjoy the view: curious eyes
It hangs a spectacle; owned by none

Who would keep such a mangled thing
Hard edges and creeping shadow
Tainted by dark metamorphosis
The ribs that housed it ache
Many times broken and finally free

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