O Great Satan
Take this perforated soul
(It was scarcely used)
“Do you see,” it said, my soul
“How the body, even in repose,
Even with poetry
Is just a war grave?”
We’re sorry
All our lines
Are currently busy—
For Satan press one…
“Just park the thing here,”
Says Charon,
“Someone will come out…”
Planet of the Blind 