Alex Van De Linder Poet Free verse

Guilty Conscience

My hands in the autoclave
It is no disaster
No mistake
Complete sterilization
Not quite yet cremation
Free of my predation

I crawl through a cavernous cave
Its wet walls perspiring
Nooks like glands
Gulleted by the monster
Steep feet without falter
Skull space I foster

I lay in a shallow grave 
No need for depth
In this loamy cradle
No longer death I seek
But whatever keeps me weak
Hyphae drink the fluid I leak

Protected; not me, but you
Dissected; they bore me through
An ending to my disgrace
Put me in my place

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