Friday, April 18, 2014

M is for Maggots

Mind your manners, maggot,
delete the deadened
flesh forgotten
by the blood beating
through body and remember
that rot is your sustenance, salt
the poison by which we police you
and tears in never-ending supply.

I shall try to remember why
we need you.

Poet's Note:  Behind again.  Always behind.  But with the best of intentions.


  1. I love your use of alliteration here - wonderful poem about something not so wonderful. :)