Rott
i want you to rot
like a fox’s body
before it drifts off
into dreamland
at the edge of the pond
where the rottweilers from the neighborhood
had gone to drink more water
before a savage got in their way
the angel in you left
when you were delivered gently to the ground
there was no heaven before you were born
so you either came from a drunken hell
or your spirituality is only a violent strive
for the continuation of your own blood
and the damning of others’
you’re going the speed limit
on the road
to the metal city on the hill
fighting off birds
that you see are smaller than you
because why should they be flying higher than you
above the clouds
when you’ve already destroyed them?
this paradox frightens you
no savage should have a better instinct
so the beautiful must rot
in order for you to seem powerful
the beautiful must rot
in order for you to reproduce
but did you know
that you’re already rotting?
you’ve killed yourself
and your kind
now set fire to your home
and lie down in the dirt with the worms
you were meant to feed the Earth
it wasn’t meant
to feed you
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2017
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