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Guts of a dead man

Black static wounds

The maggots feeding

On his broken dreams

He was split open

Upon the damp earth

Skeletal protrusions

The fort of his carcass

(If a man dies in the woods,

and no one is around to hear it

Does he make a sound?)

In all his glory

Silent and sublime

The sunlight poison

Piercing the trees

Dirt and ash

Blood and mud

Mold and rot

The cycle starts

Flies are the alpha

Of reclaiming

what's been borrowed

Lay the omega

Down into home