Sailing through cold waters
Icebergs all around
Captain long since dead
Radio instructions from
corporate H.Q.
Robotically carried out
by flesh machines
Icebergs scrape along
the bow
But instructions from
corporate H.Q.
come first
Ancient carrion birds
circle overhead
Still, the ship is not
sinking
And the passengers are
not dying
All grow white and translucent
as the years pass
A strange light glows
on the horizon
Instructions from Corporate H.Q.
have become static
Land comes into view at last
but no one notices
static
