Beauty is Suffering

No one to protect you
Evening creatures snap and bite
Huddle up in a bunch
Group together little ones
Hide in the open
No one there to shield you
From the pecking birds in flight
It is wrong
It’s the cost
It’s the price of being small
All at once, you are nothing
As the outside shrivels
Oh, the soul is truly ripe
How you fought — how you paid
For the beauty that you made
You must see how it was worth it
And as we pour and toast you
Revenge is yours but pleasure’s mine
No one knows quite like you
With your life you have proved
That beauty’s suffering
Hey, the machines are very loud
What did you say?
I’m asking you: what did you say?