Communicator (communicator) wrote,
Communicator
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Grendel

A poem

Grendel
Now he is in the outfield
Who sometime did me seek
With naked foot pressing
The perforated deck

Poor John is frozen, yet will he melt
He will be the first
Into the egg chamber
Poor John, poor John
The devil hath clasped thy face

What is it that thrashes in the airlock
Haunting the sandstone corridors
What stops my lips
(You cannot take from me
Anything that I will more willingly part
Withal)

Where is my companion
With no face
Who wraps my bones
I know these chains
For I have forged them link by link

Who speaks for me
What virus commandeers
The crew expendable
The signal is coming from inside the building
I fight it still, I fight it
Though I am the host

We also serve
Who fail thus to transmit
Corrupt the signal
Yet we broadcast it.
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