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Orcas

The orcas are crowding the highways.
They're on the hunt.
They rush to intimidate and crush,
all trauma blunt.

 Where it happened is remembered with crosses.
Bouquets are left.
The victims, at least, are not eaten:

some dead, some maimed, some bereft,
and still cruising there is the hunger.

Politics and SocietySuzi PeelFebruary 15, 2015
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