DEVO, live 1982
A Hashashin morning fades
to give way
to the night of quiet recollection.
The haze of the forgetful gaze
fills the day
with hopeful horizons of action.
A hundred years go by
and yet still
not much rolls down the mount.
The night’s an Abaddon sky
and I, still,
bare the void that I amount.
Forgive the cold and the wind
For it is all that comforts this soul
For my warmth is the deep, dark night
Forgive the wind and the cold.
Feast upon my body, our Lords, the rats, the old.
Thomas Edison in lab, circa 1880s
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.