2007 January:

Beautiful organism
As you near the sea floor you’d never touch
The sleep you’ll never escape
I hope you do not hear
A preacher’s cry for a compassion
That never reached you

Like a man at his deathbed
And I by his side
I feign something sweet of the moment
As if these words do you justice
But they don’t
Won’t
We disappoint
Again and again

We’ve already worked out your replacement
Instead of a grand, majestic creature
Steel, floating hunters gather its remains
And its brethren, too
Harvesters of life
Merciless and blind
We leave behind us
Horrors

In our heaven you’ll find
Gentle aninmals whom you’ve swam with
Grazed with
In a balanced tranquility
It’ll be just like home
Except there’s not a single
Human being