think of all the toads
down there
before my eyes
below the sewer grate
beside a dribbling creek
think of all the croaking
in the dank dark night
away from pink ears
with mosquitoes buzzing
without arms to bite
think of all the pairs of eyes
of each and every toad
abandoned by modern man
left in muddy patches
washed with insecticide
think of all the toads
separate around the world
think of all their ancient ways
lost to concrete tombs
think of all their tired legs
smashed flat by rubber bands
think of all the long lost toads
and wonder where they've gone
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