Planet Zyklon

A breath across the piggied shore where splintered bones stretch upward jagged
A crooked cycloptic unballet dance to the droning of Z in the reddened sand
To land a balloon of relatively hot air
Piloted by a cantankerous clunk
High above the splattered tomato beachside slaughtersite looming
Gilded spyglass extended
Eye peeking
Blinking
Wincing
Wincing as the late screeches
reach his
ears of
An
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