Ancestor

Ancestor





He lived his life in dearth of proper stimulation.

His countenance wizened, beset with crags and nodules.

Relegated to a maudlin life of pensive longings,

To requite our curiosity,

Undulating constantly, as many institutionalized beings do.

In the wild, he would not have survived.

Yet in sordid captivity, he died.



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