no light will ever reach it depths it watches
high above cold winds pass the black dunes
a feather jerks in the storm till it looses the fight
whirls around drowns in black masses
life life stops stops in slowmotion
a suffering still-life caught in this potion
yet it struggles struggles raped by men
still it watches
squirming and gleaming bubbles bursting
breathing out their stench
every noise is suffocated slowly very slowly
creamy molasses sinking deepening the silence
stopping life in slowmotion movement ceases
never to come back
still it watches powerless to clench onto life
its breathing ceases completely and the feather slowly drifting by
life life stops stops in slowmotion
a suffering still-life caught in this potion
yet it struggles struggles raped by men
still it watches
raped by men
