The Septuplets

In light of recent events, Benjy has written a third part to his "the Apocalypse" series (see "Benjy writes the Cliffs"), called "the Septuplets". He says that the process is going "very slowly", having started writing "the Apocalypse" in mid-May, and only being on part 3 in late September, and he might abandon "the Apocalypse" soon. Here is the Septuplets:

Glued to the table,
The Eyes move South to the night –
Ever Growing West

Those Eyes are not His,
He moves East, onward to Plû;
For the sake of Yore.

The Abused Children;
He sees None of them, as He
Slinks along the Path

The Horses and Frogs:
They are Up with the Humans
For they have Manors.

The orange sun rose
Into the corners of Plû,
The Field of Rabbits

There it is, not far:
Only two days’ hike away,
As he Journeys On

He knows he has Cracked;
Like an Egg that has been Smashed –
But he does not Care.

Such is the Tide-Break
That he is hindered by None –
Causes Commotion

At last he is close;
He can Sense it with his Pus
Oozing out of Dark.

Then he sees the sight;
The feeling, the melting calm –
He knows he is Done

He sees: Two People
Clothed in linen and Fat grease
He knows who they are.

He says to the Two:
“There are seven. You are two.
How can this be true?”

The Two; they reply,
“Septuplet is Our last name.
That’s how it can be.”

“Now I understand
That you are going to try
To invade the Spa.”

He says in Surprise,
“No! I was going right now
To the Land of Death.”

They say in Chorus,
“Going involves invading.
Now, you, do you see?”

“Yes, I see,” he says,
Seeing, and, at the same time,
Not Seeing at all