Onward

This rotted ark keeps drifting on

Long gone are discoveries of purity and promise

As the horizon shrinks before our weary eyes

They say we've come so far

When in truth we've been here all along

No toxic deed gone unrewarded

No vile head left uncrowned

Forever stranded in this vastness

Without a single grain of sand to call home

Our signal fires lie dead in torrential rains

Where spoils of war get battered by the waves

The house greed built has been trampled under hoof

By the indomitable and incorruptible four

This desolate vista

Our judge and jury

The verdict has been reached

This is as good as it gets