Amphibians

How much lower could I go? How much more could I take? Hadn't I had my fill, my share more than my share? And you held my head underneath the water in the wooden trough you, gestapo god and by christ you did not let me come up for air. You willed me to be a new thing an aquatic creature gilled and with a cold cold heart through which beat the freon that was the inguement of your universe. You left me for dead in the trough this new terrible thing neither human nor emboweled with a soul of its own. You didn't have the decency to leave me in a goodly sized pool in which I could stretch my fins '˜n flippers and relax a moment and glom sleek-bottomed tadpoles metamorphosing into another kind of life -- Amphibian.... We're just another fire alarm for you, ain't we tripping off warnings of the coming apocalypse -- I hear many bells and alarums all over the world -- you took my sight, and my speech but you left me hearing goddamnit and a watery life in death set to a soundtrack filled with music that's little better than buzz saw noise from a new generation I can understand only too well - The Damned. Amphibians.