The bird hopped from crack to crack
Past the commotion, the rush,
The rot, the stench,
Under that steel arch,
Looked at the towering giants
Belching thunderous bellows
And was gone, in an instant,
Into the soaring, unaffected air.
Food would be gotten
After the fury had died down.
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