no light will ever reach it depths it watches
 high above cold winds pass the black dunes
 a feather jerks in the storm till it looses the fight
 whirls around drowns in black masses

 life life stops stops in slowmotion
 a suffering still-life caught in this potion
 yet it struggles struggles raped by men
 still it watches

 squirming and gleaming bubbles bursting
 breathing out their stench
 every noise is suffocated slowly very slowly
 creamy molasses sinking deepening the silence

 stopping life in slowmotion movement ceases
 never to come back
 still it watches powerless to clench onto life
 its breathing ceases completely and the feather slowly drifting by

 life life stops stops in slowmotion
 a suffering still-life caught in this potion
 yet it struggles struggles raped by men
 still it watches

 raped by men