Wandering Through the Chaos the Battle Has Left, We Climb Up a Mountain of Human Flesh, to a Plateau of Green Grass, and Green Trees Full of Life. a Young Figure Sits Still By a Pool, He's Been Stamped "Human Bacon" By Some Butchery Tool. (He Is You) Social Security Took Care of This Lad. We Watch in Reverence, As Narcissus Is Turned to a Flower. a Flower?