Ode to a Septic

Giving credit were credit is due.

 

Ode to a Septic

Mark Pearce (c) 2006

 

Oh noble Septic –

How deeply hath we planted thee

Within the bowels of Earth.

 

Interred, beneath frost’s seepage

Amongst the worms and

Cadavers of our own kind.

 

Buried, forgotten, 

And to our own eyes dormant.

But our eyes be fools –

Deceitful fools – to infer such.

 

For within thy gut churns

Anaerobic brew from whence

The mightiest of proteins

Turn only to grey soup.

Leaving so little of consequence.

 

At the feeding,

The carnivorous fauna blooms within thee

And all semblance of solid matter is

Overwhelmed and destroyed.

Sated fauna recedes then –

Crouching into hungered wait.

 

I do you wrong, Septic

To doubt your formidability.

For it is only circumstance that prevents me

From being cut into tiny pieces

And fed into your ravenous keep;

 

Whereby I would offer little resistance

And would finish

Where the wastes of digestion

Usually do.

Author's Note

Please leave your effluence here.

Reviews

[Miss Christine]

Oh
My
God.

This is just wonderful. The "eeeww" factor is hard to move past...er, so to speak...but it doesn't detract from the skillfully written piece. And, as hesitant as this reader may be to see wisdom in words describing...well, you know...it's undeniably there.

"Sated fauna recedes then-
Crouching into hungered wait."

You're like a frighteningly mischievous prophet.

[Blackbirdsong]

LMAO this is brilliant and wonderfully written. I can see that your tongue is planted firmly in cheek...better that than in septic though. This feels Shakespearean and I can imagine a man in tights reading it with great drama and perhaps even a tear or two.

Well done work here.

[Viola P. Blue]

Until I ventured into the suburbs, I had no knowledge of what a Septic was.
You have captured its purpose.
I enjoyed this although I had to read it twice to get over the eww effect.
Very "Moving"!!
Vi