I Envy Them Fishes: Insomnia2

I envy them fishes of all scales and sizes
Which float in their sleep whilst eyes remain open;
No cares to harass their piscean domain,
Bereft of the need to overcome battles;
No dirges to sing, no deaths to bemoan
Save those of the weeds that shelter their spawn.

O yes how could one man not possibly loan
His soul for a moment of quiet and peace,
When all around him reeks of putrid demise
Of the badges of decency and the honors of old;
And after the pillage of the castle of gold
Lay scattered the wreckage of malice and lies.

I envy them fishes for their being spared
Of the burden of speaking when the prophet is dead,
And the lamb has been skewered with the totem of dread;
And the many other species of the lesser floating kind,
That break not in their hearts when the sun becomes crimson,
Nor break out into riot at the fall of a brother!