I hope you’re satisfied, you rascal you.
You know it’s what we want,
that everyone gets what they deserve,
if not what we think they deserve.
But who can see what really happens
to the nat who finds his paradise
at the bottom of a wine glass.
He is happy until his wings are soaked,
until, in his nat brain rises panic –
fight or flight – neither of which he can do.
And in his final moments,
he is suspended on the surface,
knowing he will be forever embalmed
in what he desires most.