human-shaped soils

a carcass is moving out from the white of the eye it is so all-consuming dots form in lines on the absentee spine dry undefined lumps are soft and infusing the bruises and rind and the opal contusions they fire with pus and with derelict mucus that rises in shape as if living and human adorned in the fumes as mycelium blooms and pours wings form from mold stocks that spew from the local pores leeching the fluids the carcass now wizens forth reaching the sky with a forest of open sores sink in the bleak rims of deep skin have peaked they churn sinkage and reak sin that bleeds from the meat and it turns as it sings and pulls taught and it dreams knots drink him and blink in with pinkeye beliefs