It all ends up as shit;
that discolored horror created within all of us
ends up being the perfect metaphor
of the lives we are born in and die from
for example
if the instant assumption
as the reader
is something fowl or distasteful
perhaps your focus
avoids looking at something vile
for the purpose of finding good
if you are still with this narcissistic attempt at poetry
you understand that we ourselves are created
from the ingestion
of two people;
their foods injected into precious orifices
to begin the creation
and through the feeding of this delicate incubation
the hand of biological mysteries
creates,
sometimes painfully
sometimes easy
sometimes too soon
sometimes needing outside help
with the constant press of time,
until this curious matter
escapes from the host body
we all do the same thing
admire both the magnificence and the vulgarity of it
both shit and life
as we raise the baby, flush the toilet
and send it on its way
throughout our lives
we bury away thousands of pounds
of this compacted excrement
far exceeding the weight of the actual body
when that time comes as well
there is beauty in a positive metaphoric atrocity
understanding
the body and all it has poured out of it;
nourishment, both, to keep mother nature fertile
for life to continue
we were made to live
we were made to die
we were made to feed
it all ends up as shit
a necessary element of life
in any respect
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(written on computer)
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