In every part Of you Are they. And not you Alone. Till now All my creatures Are heavy laden With them, The metals And the compounds. Meant to hear Movements of heavens And my whispers.
Heavens sing still.
Your soul, Splintered And confused Is all In discord, Crying out Wearily. And so believe All is well. So will you believe That all is well Even in the madness To come, Which you will Also call Civilization. I hear you As you Cast about More metals And compounds Saying all the while The risk of death Is small, Forgetting of madness, Of illness, Of grief That can so crush And make you yearn For death. While you speak, The metals And the compounds Flow and flush To the eyes And every particle Of every part Of your babies, Victims Whose lives Are dimmed, Altered, Diminished, Without pity.