Sunday, January 23, 2011

One More Fungus Poem


the ruins or the ruined

i asked the lord to reverse my degeneration
to raise me up from the chewy wet dirt.
the last fading crumbles of me
finely threaded together by fungus
and rot stuff.
“is it too late for resurrection?” i pried.
“yes,” he said,
“your heart is already Babylon.”

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