The Earth-Owl and Other Moon-People

The Earth-Owl and Other Moon-People

The Earth-Owl and Other Moon-People

The Earth-Owl and Other Moon-People

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Far undergrounded,
Moon-miners dumbfounded
Hear the speed-whistle
Of this living missile
As he tears through the strata
Or splits apart a
Subterrene Gibraltar,
His wings do not falter
At deposits of iron--
He just screws a new eye on
The end of his skull
Which is shaped with great skill
As a terrible drill
That revolves on his neck--
His spine is the spindle,
His body the handle,
His wings are the thrust--
In a gunshot of dust
Sparks, splinters and all he
Bursts from the mine-wall,
Shrieking "Ek, Ek!"
And crashing straight on
Is instantly gone.

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