And I can see the sun Gave birth to my eyes And gnawed until the bone got Bleached by the light When the earth is like a vacant boat Who will index the reeking foam? And I could see The sun give birth To my eyes Bury me in a quiet place where no One else can see What my rotting flesh might Accomplish Once it's released its energy Or mount me in the middle of the Living room, entombed in a glass Case, so the AIs that outlive us will Look on puzzled and dismayed When the earth is like a vacant boat Who will index the reeking foam? When the earth is like a vacant boat Will the night reclaim the death that Life stole from it?