I am a blessed in-digestion,
Turd in the making his way through the
Fiery furnace of acid gnashing and the million little lashings of cilia’s mindless, savoring interdiction
and you there reading this are too
with me

And yes the flames did touch them
and did verily singe every hair on their heads,
did blister and rupture their skin into glowing black mica, crumbling
the beginnings and ends of the earth
will be there with you always,
from the first to the third and last degree