He saw it all With the last beam of light Squeezing past the dying pupil. A hologram built of one photon Of Consciousness. He saw that girl, Stroking a cat And the cat was murmuring The song of pleasures Digesting a bird, he'd murdered a while. And the girl felt a warm excitement, Practising before her future adult binges of oxytocin and dopamine. And it wasn’t bad, Just life. There were also two lads, Wrestling for a ball, And an ox, chewing grass, And an ass, And much more… But let’s not get too poetic, He knew that all too Shall pass. And it’s all important And expendable At the same time. And with time He will forget They will forget He will be forgotten Them… What them… Just forgivness.
