One day, when the dead can be recycled,
Regret will be distant.
The babies stuck in graves will claw to their vengeance,
No one will feel bad for a murderous injustice,
Mothers won’t mourn since now there is numbness.
The world will stink and clog and rot,
And not one bod will mind it.
On second thoughts this sci-fi world
Is budding – – must I like it?