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I’ll just rot
maggot ears
collect sinew song
rasp buzz beetles
ravage from toe to the last
words forgotten on my tongue
all the withering
unkempt roots reach
preach to upturned eyes
sockets stealing solace in
the shatter of my skull
and when my box is
lost to loam and all nail
rust dust haloes my head
I’ll just rot some more
I’ll just rot some more
