Green?

I am only the body being carried to the mountain;

Everyone is drowning in my musk.

The higher I climb, the harder they’ll strive.

The mammoth charges, but no one grips its tusk.

Little, pink worms struggle to stay alive.

Still, I control the rocks.

My door steadily increases in knocks.

Plans are blazing in favor of me.

Don’t they know?

How can they not see?

My dark surroundings continue to shred papery souls of white.

Allies are everywhere.

They ensnare my expanding height.

Oh my...they’re truly mean?

“You’re simply mincemeat,”

Says Mr. Green.

Pride has been slain.

I rest my name upon Cadaver Lane.