Obviously,
This is the last thing you’d ever want to think about —
Preferring beings which actually have a function,
Beings like animals
Brandishing rapid, forceful slaps and noogies
In kindergarten classrooms,
.
So how the rest of us
Will wash up on the shore when
Our time of this miracle is up
And our blood will decay
On the bold, shining sands to
Decompose into another —
We have all won,
Who harbor this impossible light.