Cheers to decaying

The wine cascades

Through the empty ribcage

Sitting at the table

Nine decades of grace and carving

Slowly gnawing away at the breast

Served up for life to

Leisurely lap carcass-thin

 

Every baby born is sacrificial meat

The leg of lamb, axe reaction

Frozen boned scream

Padded down years later

With six feet of decomposition

Filling the throat of decimation

 

The tot rotting in the womb

Buried in an entity

That will eventually

Be rid of strips of flesh carved away

Swallowed bloody and raw

Consumed by the consumption

Of oxygen and time

 

I’m watching this

Watching you

Breathe and eat

And all I can think

Is that you’re almost there

Below me

I will pour some wine into the dirt

But how will you lap it up

Without a tongue?