Before the iceberg hits

The only thing

Anybody can really do

Is start over

Feeding the infernal

Machine that runs

Inside of us,

Fueling all our needs

Before we feed

Our desires

The way
coal stokers feed
the insatiable mouths

of vast ships

Sailing over dangerous seas

Hoping we don’t run into

Any more icebergs

Along the way,

When we almost

Always do