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[poem] anubis and his loyal followersThe sun beats downOn grass and siltA beast lies thereListless, coolingGrowing stiffWith each momentNo breath, no beatFeathers black,As silt below itEyes open,As if painted on My followersBacteriaThey spring forthVoyagingCrawling upwardReady to beginThe recycling First a fewJourney the surfaceOf the dead beastThey feast,They multiply,The multiples feast,The multiples multiplyThe kingdom growsAs the land shrinks Other followers joinThe worm,The ant,The woodlice,The fungi,They all partakeIn the grand feast When all is goneAnd the nutrientsHave been consumedMy followers returnTo live their livesOr to dieAnd replenish the siltUntil my callUnites them again

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