twin whisperings
vanilla latte lamplight
drift selfishly
from queue to queue

what was squandered
burns at the jade horizon
maybe it isn't so
that we are cephalopods


According to Sarah Anderson in the introduction to Sullivan & Murphy's Beowulf, Tolkien described the poem as "a drink dark and bitter: a solemn funeral-ale with the taste of death."


Divinyls.


Sing for Absolution.