All those muscle junkies
lifting eternity
pushing weights into sky
reaching against time
stretching out an indifferent universe
muscle-seeking, lust-hunting
brandishing the illuminati smile;
they try so hard, each exertion
a stretching out of the fabric
of potential; all together now
on treadmills and ellipticals
bench presses and inclines
together in that hot stank sweat
and the soft sauna light of doom;
together as Mr. Grim Reaper
opens his jaw
and the sailors enter the ship
as the mighty go down
but with pride and nice biceps.