First, it denied all.
Then, it shook its finger at the ocean
and what was on the other side.
It talked to itself on street corners.
Hung about on beaches. Flocked
to malls, stormed the bars.
The usual victims had begun to fall
before it started to shake for its own sake —
and when that was done? Soon enough,
it, too, started to smell.
Dark Matter 
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