i'd like to think the killers sleep would be the nightmare of the victims.

but even if their sleep is heaven
their lives are hell on a raft
in a sea of rising suffering
ringed by whale songs of fathomless lament.

i dwell on obomba because he's thee figurehead, he's the overlord at the helm of the only ship of state that rules all waters, that determines even the rising tides and the slowing gulf, and his name is so perfect for his occupation, and because his legions are so nameless and democratic. it's a name for destruction, is all.