The Last Lantern Fish
She used to glimmer-sparkle-spin.
Like a pinwheel in a small-town parade.
Now she's rasping- reeling and collapsing.
One massive black hole playing charades.
The helix has unwound and denatured.
She's a sundial crusher in sunlight decay.
Lust for living bleeding out many eons ago.
There isn't any music nor chorus in her soul.
Everything lies wounded-dying or dead.
Nothing escapes from this black-hearted wretch.
She is a black abyss, nothing more, nothing less.
She has swallowed whole the last lantern fish.
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