Exhume, Consume, Subsume
A rib, cracked and bleached, towers high above
The depths of the mountain-pit.
I sink into the soft-flesh firmament to feel
The stone-firm bones of God.
A swarm of man-flies gorge on giblets
Sliced free by unnatural claws.
They steal away with the spoils of a history restrained,
Long lost to the tellings of time.
The remains of the revenant reinvigorate.
The meat makes men seem sound.
But bones nourish none,
And each one who takes some,
Leaves less for the rest of us all.
So we feast on the body of the divine,
And drink of the blood from beyond.
We lay waste in our buzzing,
Leave nothing, no leavings,
Until nothing but the pit remains.
