I bled in the roots, I wept in the dirt Tongue sewn with twine made of tendon and hurt They crowned me with carcass, enthroned in decay A vessel for vermin — let the choir flay Worms in the chalice, flesh in the psalm Sing, O rot, in cathedral calm ⸻ Swarm in me, feast divine Gut the hymn from the spine Maggot host, I become A liturgy of flies, a kingdom undone ⸻ Hallowed be the bile that stains my prayer Blessed be the gnawing that strips me bare No savior hangs upon this bone Just soil-fed mouths and a root-cracked throne Breathe in spores, exhale black Every note a body sack Flesh is parchment, ink is rot Scripture carved by the things God forgot ⸻ Swarm in me, feast divine Gut the hymn from the spine Maggot host, I become A liturgy of flies, a kingdom undone ⸻ Crawl through me, O sacred swarm… Write your gospel in the warm… I am the altar… I am the hymn…
