That Lucky Little Mermaid

Digitally recorded, Orpheus,
Copied and stored in underground bunkers
In a cloud no naked eye could see, thought,

The fact that I will end but not my song
Makes me feel anything but immortal.
What poet wouldn't take the mermaid's choice,

Walk on the land at the cost of a voice?
Who wants to float, beheaded but singing
Down the recycling stream of nights and days?