Vacant Boat

And I can see the sun

Gave birth to my eyes

And gnawed until the bone got

Bleached by the light

When the earth is like a vacant boat

Who will index the reeking foam?

And I could see

The sun give birth

To my eyes

Bury me in a quiet place where no

One else can see

What my rotting flesh might

Accomplish

Once it's released its energy

Or mount me in the middle of the

Living room, entombed in a glass

Case, so the AIs that outlive us will

Look on puzzled and dismayed

When the earth is like a vacant boat

Who will index the reeking foam?

When the earth is like a vacant boat

Will the night reclaim the death that

Life stole from it?