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An important update from Polygon’s YouTube channel

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You’ll like this, I think

[Ed. note: Simone de Rochefort is contractually allowed to publish one piece of poetry to our website every quarter. Here is her piece for Q4 2017. Polygon apologizes for this necessity, and we thank you for your patience. Also, it would mean a lot to Simone if you read it and shared your feedback — in verse, of course — in the comments.]

As autumn sun bows to winter’s chill,

Grey skies over grey streets smell of rain

And piss which we wish to refrain

From smelling, but there is still a tune which gives a thrill;

It plays in limbo, where we doth kill

Time while choosing a game which we deign

To play in these days when so few hours remain

Before sets the sun, and with it good will.

Here sits a figure from darkest dreams

Silently contemplating, with hollow eyes

The dancing figures, a bony group

And lo! Everything is as it seems

No surprises lurk, on the label no lies

Watch these skeletons dancing in a loop.