at
us with big eyes,
they're eating bananas
and melons.
they swing
from vines strapped
across the enormous
cage.
they seem to know
things
that we don't know.
muscled and lean.
a few scream and holler
while others
stare deeply
into our souls, chewing
gently,
patiently what's in
their hand,
but it's hard not to think
that they'd
kill us if they
ever got out.
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