Muzzled Bliss

In those moments of muzzled bliss
You can almost hear the world coughing.
Oh it's there, believe me!
And what I'd do to hear it again!

She's got consumption!
She's got the plague!
She's gone in a bad way!
She's got Man in her veins!
She's a husk...
She's the part
That you throw away.

Oh! Her coughing is
Klaxon to our
Delight, our
Un(bridled)known
De(light)struction,
But she does not scream.
No, she does not scream,
For there is no pain we
Children can muster
For her to bleat so pathetically, and
In moments like this, that choke beulahry,
Sh- sh- sh- sh- she who is
"Eternal" laughs in our faces,
Quaking and resplendent,
As we tear her to shreds.