By Now

Black sludge coffee fills in where the bone and sinew used to be If I were sliced and diced, all you'd see is black sludge Even where the marrow is, the black coffee sludge slowly moves into place like continents transgressing. Once cherubesque, were these full breasts- The sludge moves slowly through my body Incrementally, almost imperceptibly changing what was once sublime- Once a smile, not perfect but nice now looks like ragged tombstones decaying where once they stood polished and loved And slowly the sludge moves through the blood A perfect curve of spine, along side where two snakes, full of muscle, lay on either side now these famished snakes no longer recoil starving- they are but sacks of skin. Vicious pain at the base, where two hills collide- Now stand cr o d o ke Blood filling with the sludge, how did this happen?