The Zoo

Everything you’ve heard is true.
All the beasts and birds you knew

Have changed from change, slurred anew
And burned, welded, stirred. The blue

Rim around the herd we drew
On our hands transferred, and to

Name the lot interred, the zoo,
Night will be conferred on you.

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