As the humidity breaks open wide and spreads the night sky
To release its tide, in all its great expanses it looks to me
The smell within my nostrils has traveled the seas
It flushes the worms forward, they squirm for me in a dance
Writhing, shiny - the mud makes my tea
I cup it in my hands and gorge it down
I can taste the souls I’ve buried here on the grounds
As I drink it down I notice a bitter memory
I thought it composted -
it found me eventually
While I wait for it to turn my soul to ugly stew
I’ll think of you
