The Eldritch Song

by Fred Aiken

there’s some coffee still left in the pot,

there’s still some ketchup on the plate,

there’s a shit ton of words left unsaid,

and despite what the news says,

there’s still life to be wasted for another array of decades

made to facilitate the images, words, and creatures

of an estate gone wrong and rotten, for the eldritch to sing their tune