These people are all doomed
I look into their eyes
I float myself across their hotchpotch faces
I observe the essential arbitrarity of their bodies
And they wince they glare they scratch their itchy necks
They have all the characteristics of people who are doomed
I can tell that all these people are going to die tonight
I had a vision of a premonition
Of their lunatic heads bobbing
About in the ocean
Chunks of metal and bodyparts
Whirlpooling around them
They have just the right noses
Eyelids and kneecaps
To be blown entirely into bit’s
Everyone is doomed
To even less now than merely their pointless lives
Everyone is going to die
Crushed up
Spat out
Thrown into water
Terrible lizard filled water
Exploding
Flailing
Smoking
Drowning
But then a shot of alarming insight!
And I realize
That people always look that way
That all people look doomed
All of the time…
Ah, I breathe
And I recline
And I slowly drift off
Safe in the arms
Of my flying metal can
The seatbelt sign goes on