There’s nobody here to bless
Nobody here to keep clean
To make a sound like an exultation
To shine and then to gleam
There’s nobody here to bless
Nobody to transcend us all
Nobody reaching for porcelain
Sweating after a fall
There’s nobody here to bless
To dip their head and to undress
To shiver in a rushing stream
To mount a hill and confess
There’s nobody here to bless
Left to quiver like my quill
Left to gander at a new life
To climb for us and thrill
Vast Imbecility 