See them step
on this third rock
hesitant
as if trying to avoid
infection
See their repulsion
and obsession
as their eyes follow
bright lights
fixated, as if nailed to a
cross
What life is that
vast decadence
“unto thee Jesu,
unto thee”
And feel the blood churn
inside you.
Are you not insulted?
You, that have born
of this world
and was contrived
mixing the fluids
of this thing
that demands too much
of them?
This hideous thing,
almost like a parasite
to those obsessed
with transcendence
or is it the other way
around –
that these ideal beings
leech
on the body of the world?
