Putrefactre

Tear Down what has been Fucked Up.
Jangle, crack and swell.
Ripen like meat tightly balooned in wet black plastic
hot with light and busy with hornets.
Tempt their fate
the oblivious misstep
or scavenging claw.
Glisten like whores, even if spent,
even if discarded somewhere out of sight.
The acid-spitting, thunder-shitting
spirit of Decay,
Mighty Putrefactre
spreads its wings
in bubonic resplendence.
Rotten shade is cast
dripping offal on wrought iron gates
between hard death and new life.
Pulsation of maggots!
Flow forth in a bursting wave,
your multitudes unified in slippery despiration!
Eat death and absorb death,
use death against death.