It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.

when the flood came, we were already living 
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came

crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when our prayers went unanswered, we swayed
a faith in a new direction, not so much deeper down
as building the rest above us, so faster we should drown.

an ocean built on the backs of seashells, that's just our life now.

we've always thirsted for the flames
licked our lips at those we'd never tame

it was built as a solar elevator 
but it created the abyss
how arrogant we are to think
we invented such hubris

wasn't the first time or the last
to try to build the future but get buried in the past
fossilized, still climbing over generations 
defining insanity with rope ladders made of the familiar bone
once coddling us against its beating breast
moulded useful parts, left to rot with all the rest.

one hand above the water on a tower of suffering
scorched by a love so bright and so foreign
the last, the best, the worst of his kind
petrified; fossilized, 
when he reached the door to let the war in.