⸻ You paved the root, you drained the lung Now choke on dirt with a severed tongue Your bones are mulch for the nettle’s need Your blood, a slurry the saplings feed Skinned alive in the compost pit Sinew writhes where the beetles sit ⸻ Fertilized in filth! Churned in the bowel of the Earth you raped! Guts burst ripe with root and worm, Your lungs exhale the spores you shaped ⸻ I crowned you with a fungal wreath I sowed you deep with shattered teeth Flies baptize your rotting prayer The moss drinks screams from your marrow lair You fed the fire with plastic bones Now feed the soil, you carrion throne The trees remember, the roots revoke Your legacy: a garden of smoke ⸻ Fertilized in filth! Your skin now sloughs in sacred stew Your oil-fed greed is gardened waste Composted clean by what you slew ⸻ You called the forest dead and weak But it devours what dares to speak The land is patient, the rot is wise It makes saints of flies and gods of flies ⸻ We mulch the wicked in mold and bone We grow in vengeance, not alone The mycelium sings with your stolen breath… The Earth is fed — and you are death.
