You walk on the surface,
trusting it not to
to open up and swallow you
into its cauldron gut
You nurse on the silicone
sweetened breast of Babylon
Singing melodies of he.donistic merries
this empire
While her tendons are wasting away
protruding ribs
that rise and fall to the fragile
rhythm of existence.
You are busy, scuffling steady
shoe grease in time
With the genetic manipulation of nature
In time when there will be bionic hearts and holographic birds
that twitter at night to make you comfortable
In this pixelated, industrialised, mechanized, battery-operated
Reality you've created for yourself
You try, but just can't digest this
biodegradable plaque that's solidified into
a residual green precipice
Eating away at you liver to feed its mammon appetite
And permeates into the circulation of
red life fluid
Flowing to the uncontaminated
regions of flesh
growing and
Now you know what it feels like,
to be consumed.
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