"Dancing with the Inevitable" by Constance Ellison

From immobile faces comes flickering light,

shining through multiple shapes that are man-made.

It sits without insides or future in sight.

The blazing sun is no longer shining bright,

now the moon is causing a radiant shade.

From immobile faces comes flickering light,

that tries to do its job with all of its might,

but future plans for it have already been laid.

It sits without insides or future in sight,

not knowing that it will be covered in white,

grotesque wormlike creatures that have come to raid.

From immobile faces comes flickering light,

that whips around as if trying to take flight.

It knows not how to quiver or be afraid,

it sits without insides or future In sight.

The face will hold its expression really tight,

until its one and only purpose shall fade.

From immobile faces comes flickering light,

it sits without insides or future in sight.