The Sinker’s Song
by Chris Nichols
Decaying child, don’t you see
You are the avatar of entropy.
Feel the sweat upon your skin
grit and grease fuelled from within.
Clothes in tatters, torn and frayed
rags and bits that fall away.
Flesh is worn by dirt and grime
then is ravaged by uncaring time.
Organs leak, bones rub against skin
causes bodies to wear thin.
In the end, all life will be
a testament to unending entropy.
