---

Another body, add to the count

Buried deep never to be found

They crawl up through the ground

A souvenir extracted

An eye adored and disgorged

Blood and particles litter his beard

He must feed the maggots

The token must always be fresh

Often removed pre-mortem

The screams intensify the flavour

"The beauty" he shrieks

His relentless white brethren

Ever so hungry and demanding

He becomes driven by lust and fear

That he may be their next meal

Always hunting for a victim

The epitome of his conquest

A mother and son caught in cryptic incest

Perverted lust in his mouth mimicking their sin

A clitoris and penis chewed to pulp

Birthing new maggots

Populating the fold