Everybody is a body
Talking heads, working hands, restless legs
Endless motion, emotion, commotion,
From sainted youth to crepitude
mayflies, blow flies, time flies
Flesh that moves from velvet to paper
Hard body to nobody
Loved, owned, hated, dispossessed.
Slaves to our biology, part god, part instinct
Flesh automata, yet self-aware
Afraid of the dark, exposed in the light
Census and body count
Slaves to the killing floor.
First somebody then nobody
Dust eternal
Rest in peace
