A piece of meat lying on a table
Until seen through the truth of the eye
Remains abstruse; an unraveled fable,
Actuality has been known to terrify.
A disease that burrows itself in the mind
Once quiescent, your spirit begins to tremble
The Truth you can now see, your body must resign,
Because that piece of meat, you resemble.
Maggots, eating away at decomposed flesh
We’re said to be alive – conflicting truths begin to encumber (you),
Consternation overtakes; commence praying to the crèche
Your personal rapture, will lacerate your heart – slip into eternal slumber.
Waiting for the worms;
Prayer to the Ave Mary, your fears this reaffirms,
A rosemary in your hand, as your skin is lit afire –
A long consecutive inhale; and a cleansed life you’ll be able to respire.
© Luis Valencia