Still Life

Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb
What have we become?
What have we chosen to be?
Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name
Nothing can ever be the same
Now the Immortals are here
At the time it seemed a reasonable course
To harness all the force
Of life without the threat of death
But soon we found that boredom and inertia
Are not negative, but all the law we know
And dead are will and words like survival.

Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end...
Why do I pretend?
Our essence is distilled
And all familiar taste is now drained
And though purity is maintained
It leaves us sterile
Living through the millions of years
A laugh as close as any tear
Living, if you claim that all
That entails is breathing, eating, defecating
Screwing, drinking
Spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down
And ultimately passing away time
Which no longer has any meaning.

Take away the threat of death and all you're
Left with is a round of make-believe
Marshal every sullen breath and though you're
Ultimately bored by endless ecstasy
It's still the ring by which you hope to be engaged
To marry the girl who will give you forever
It's crazy, and plainly
That simply is not enough.

What is the dullest and bluntest of pains
Such that my eyes never close without feeling it there?
What abject despair demands an end
To all things of infinity?
If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?
What have we bargained, and what have we lost?
What have we relinquished, never even knowing it
Was there?

What thoughts now of holding fast the line
Defying death and time?
Everything we had is gone
Everything we laboured for and favoured more
Than earthly things reveals the hollow ring
Of false hope and false deliverance.

But now the nuptial bed is made
The dowry has been paid
The toothless, haggard features of eternity
Now welcome me between the sheets
To couple with her withered body my wife
Hers forever
Hers forever
Hers forever
In still life.