Rotten

when i were spherical
and feet carried me closer
to the ground
i was eaten
a mouth inside chewed a whistling
hollow and there brood-
larvae, by the many-hundreds
and pupae still
secrete themselves from my skin
to die in lightbulbs
now, my meridian suns haze
with the dust of attics

when i were cubical
and right, and wrong serviced
as black, or white
i was beaten
a clenched fist bore me down
to the valley of shadow
and there believed evils
that climb up-
on ladders through drafty hell’s
to die in battles
now, the many apples of my midnight
sing of Lilith

when i were animal
and by hunger i fed into
a bedroom’d despair
i was biter
all teeth, and eyes a lumbering
bloody caul,
futureless pursuer
mooning over collected anatomies
muscle’d with a certainty
to die of excess
here, the starving figure crumbs
of pockets emptying time

when i were physical
and bound to my arbitrary-self
kept the spinning globe
i was rotten,
soft, sensory-laden sponge
flailing absolutes and feeble curse
demanding presence
and not a-one surrendered
speech, or the consideration
to die in silence
now, my individual wormlure
teases Nothing

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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