who knows what
grows in the rich red soil
beneath the
skin?
quiet pansies?
shy violets?
constricting vines?
poison mushrooms?
the surgeon cuts
you with his knife &
probes you with his
fork
what delectations
will he find?
the human is a
parasite on earth.
feeding feeding
feeding
the body is a
banquet hall.
a billion billion
cells
feeding feeding
feeding
yet in the
end, the earth devours
us
her violet fields
her mushrooms
feeding feeding
feeding
that’s how things
are
but something
more,
we feel
& if we choose
leave beauty in this
world.
we
fall to rise
& energize the
stars.