BatShit

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I think about the bats.

The furry creatures hanging tirelessly
as they stare down at the
piles of brown lumps.

I think about the white.

That powder
wiping out friends and family.
Drug-induced zombies.

I think about the scientists.

Stepping on the
crunchy corpses.
Bagging bodies like
deli meat.

Helpless to face the
cave-dwelling plague.

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