Grand Canyon’s 3rd Visitor Death in 8 Days

Trying to fill in the holes with meaningless things  

Flapping to regain control of what will not hold

And on the 8th day god said, “Sure, why not?”

And you plunge on, not to rise, but settle in

To a bleat you will never fully bloom

And your plumage will be one for the history books

They never write or never hear of you again

The earth needn’t do anything for us to die by its hand

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