Cryonics

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SAVING HENRY

Henry is a dummy
With plastic skin
And placid eyes

At five thirty he died
By five thirty one
He was lifted onto the ice bath

We didn’t want to send him
To dummy heaven
If it ever existed

We did compressions
Put his head in ice
And an IV line in his arm

Medications went in
Flowing through his blood
And stopped free radicals

Ice bags around his body
Kept the temperature down
While oxygen

Went into his lungs
Saving the brain
Keeping grey matter fresh

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THE ICE KING

He moves amongst the cheering crowd
Towards a hilltop
With a crown of pain on his head

And stands tall and proud
In the spring sun
As he drags his tank

They lay him down on the ground
Legs together
Arms to the side

He has to obey his father
And do as he commands
To redeem man

They inject his wrists
To make him go to sleep
In a painless fashion

Because he loves his father
He must follow his orders
And die for now

Here lies the eternal king
Who froze to save the mortal man
It’s written by his tank

Forgive me father, he says
I give my soul to infinity
And my body to cryonics

IMAGINE

Imagine a frozen Jesus Christ
Lying in a tank
While we all pray to him
For our sins

Frozen Jesus lives forever
Like a real God ever does
But he’s the coolest king
Of creation and all

The pope kneels in front of our saviour
Who looks at him
From his cool container
Amidst the frost

Frozen Jesus reigns from cryonics heaven
Full of vitrification liquid
Ready to come back on Judgment day
And expiate our sins

From his future kingdom
Achieved with the highest technology
Of the far away future
Doing justice to our saviour

Praise our frozen Lord
Let’s hope his future realm
Brings peace and harmony
To our imaginary world

THROUGH IMMORTAL LIPS

I imagine myself
In the heart of a new age
Where you and me

Will remember old ways
And previous times
Gone in the course of

The centuries
Because through immortal lips
I’ll greet the future

When it comes
As time runs
And flies

Towards the unknown
We’ll meet after revival
To toast our hopes

A piece of painted wood
That’s what you are

Loved by millions
On this earth

Your hands and legs
Are painted pink

While your head has
A crown of needles

Made in Japan
With nails imported from China

Another plank of wood
Covers your waist

As tears of holy water
Run down your cheeks