No drop of water from the oceans
Or from the sky
No grain of soil, nor sand
Or dirt from the earth
No, no world
Death unfurled
No verdant branch, no root
No flower, no seed
To generate new life, existence
Within its skin
No more
No more man, nor more breath
That animates the hooved
The scaled, feathered or fleshed
No drop of blood, no bone, no limb
Nor beating heart
No mournful bell will ring this burial
Nothing at all shall remain
Nothing at all will echo
In the frozen halls of isolate eternity
Not even the heavy words
That fell on deaf corpses
Extinction has triumphed
This is the end
No word, no act
Not even a single thought!
