Saturday, February 27, 2010

We Are The King

Serpents grip the tree
Vultures feast
Everyday is the festival
The night is the beast

Rotting carcass
Rotten earth
Maggots strip the flesh
Lice make a home

Worms shout in feverish glee
We are the king
Our dynasty is born
Undeserved, the throne for those unable to rule themselves

A distant astronaut looks on in acute distaste