Gored Matadors and Stabbed Bulls Have Ancestors
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Old oceans too have deaths. Seas wither, dry
And turn to stone, compacted with their shells
And fossils made without an ear or eye.
They curled themselves, these creatures, in their hells
So long ago their fates are measureless
To man. Our intuitions fail us. Brains
