There is no sun beyond the fog,
no beacon in the deadened smog.
No rays to ever reach or stream
as hands setting right our scheme.
We have only our stupidity
and ignorance’s blood victory:
the slow slay of potency’s head-
and our hungry hearts left unfed.
Never truly peeling bleared out eyes
to look beyond the darkened skies
and realise, so we shriek and thaw,
that we could have been so much more.