Alarm
Skin will be cold, Ashes stay- For years and years- The soul will stray. Moon will scatter, Sun be set; Eternal be night, And that is that. Whales be gone Along with the ice, And gone will be The little Paradise. And gone will be The honey and the bee, Along with the greens, Savannas and seas. No little men Or big be left; Nuns or babies, Whores or saints Or mothers and sinners, Lovers and slaves; Skin be cold, Ashes will stay. For years and years, The soul will stray, And that is that, is that, is that. ***