The mild and merciful creature that created us
Did not think on love or aesthetics
Only practical matters, letting us share
Every organ for this and for that
Beauty and beastly needs combined in various ways
No sentimentality, when you are dead
No more talking, no mobile calling to heaven
A one way street with few if any coming back to tell
Sad story leaving us behind to mourn and remember
Only our resilience might save us for a while
From getting lost and meeting the inevitable end
In a bad way
