October 11, 2015
Another fall, a swan-dive leap,
One more purposeful concession
Choices turned to standing orders
Pain dulled in blind obsession.
Steven Davidson, before me
Another kid from round the way
Torn out of your childhood home
Bent and twisted that desperate day.
I knew you well and often, lad,
A first-rate compatriot and friend
You disappeared first from the street
And then your body chose its end.
Nightmare wakened someplace new
Not in bed, on floor, or loo
Brown sugar and ice to wake the bore
Then your body hit the floor.
Now forever young we run
This army gathers up the dead
To save that energy from Else
Eventually rebuild The End.
The war is coming, my old mate
Grim Reapers have singular fates,
Prevent the theft of human crux
Recycle it and save the race.
Our top new recruits are leading
The charge gathering newly dead
The coming plagues and wars and dread
Human kind is teetering
Soon to fall yet skittering
Knowing what will save them yet
They demand to make no move
To save themselves, instead they bet
On future generations’ work
Uninterested, unvested perks
These lazy humans, ungrateful jerks
At any rate, we save their souls
To save the species, regenerate
Smarter experiment, see the data
Humans 3.0 in beta.