Prematurely Edgar
I have no mouth
But I must a scream
The sci-fi author said
You have sewn shut
That orifice
And left me without words
You’ve laid me out
And nailed me in
Then set me 6 feet down
The oblong box
Both cold and dark
Became my fate unmourned
Yet here you are
In rage and pain
Am I to rise and speak?
I do not know
Nor yet do you
Or even if I can
Once premature
And now too late?
I would do what I can
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