On High

That's Greenland down below... Think of igloos, snow...

Thirty plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you...

Take cover as you fly cocooned across this fragile globe,

because you can never rise above it. You'd better pay the

earth your mute respect because you never learned to love

it or to have, to cherish, to hold... Until death when we

provide the great provider... I hope they'll never hide

me in a brick, unnumbered, neatly fixed (Press HERE for

pearls of wisdom...) Every day this stone rotates so be

content, I'm listening. I'm etched upon a plate... it's

disinfected so don't you look away. You're really

unprotected and I sense the train of hot hyenas licking

at your heels. I see the flock of hungry hawks close in

around this plane. There is no sanctuary and everyone

around you is insane.