Wednesday, 23 January 2019

The Blight

Welcome to the wounded world, little worm,
there’s no time to lose you have to latch on
to your carrion mother’s rotting teat.
   
Burrow away; nibble, wriggle, and squirm,
gnaw on– to this fetor that has you drawn
deeper in her gangrene ridden rib cage.
   
Sink your razor teeth in green oozing meat
and feed with flagitious greed to confirm
the legacy of all pestilent spawn.
   
Little worm, it’s your birth giver you eat;
you turn the world a matricidal stage
to perpetuate the taint of decay.
   
Welcome to earth, wounded by modern age;
putrefied by a plague still spread to this day.

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