Tender, delicate human flesh—
Cabinet of wisdom braced in bones so frail.
Bless your pathetic remains
Dust to dust, and your worth immeasurable.
Run amock, finding your scraps of dignity.
Laid they are to waste and rot, in graves self-wrought.
And ye no place left to hide,
The rocks and roots pull back in repulsion: this is not your home.
Terror on your face as the end begins in flames.
Blissful silence after screams of piercing agony
The earth rejoices
The parasite is gone.
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A Brief Visit
PoetryI lack extravagance when writing descriptions, so this will simply be my poetry collection. I'm no poet, and my writing could most certainly improve with time, patience and practice--but for the moment I am impatient and so will publish what I have...
