the way dirt crumbles

[Amanita Mary]

Once full
The clod - the clump - the couple
A single stain
Bound by dreck - and dust - and muck
The days
Do now deteriorate

The previous
Fun - and fucks - and flaw
Burst forth
All plot do simmer - and stretch - and stem
The days
Do thicken with sores

Mesh and mangle
Flaking - Flayed - and strangled
The two that tore
The spasmodic - now severed - ~sundered
Dirt ever more
In the roses and your heart it is under

Time is the sore
Which corrodes - corrupts - and conceals
Ashen memoir
Now bete noir - a dire affliction - reveals
The ailment of the stones
To putrefy - molder asunder

The worms
Do fester - and flourish - and fill
In what used to be our art
Rapport - a busted rampart - and lack of reason
Routine rotting -alas rancid
The clumps decay now far apart

Ridden with rue and stain
Each cavity breaks - you - and me
The pieces plead to be in their place
The cozy canker - familiar rancor - of our conjuring ways
This is the way dirt crumbles
Through the unappeasable days

Never again
Will the seams - of you and me - be seen
Scattered across the floor we lay
Glass and rubble - wreckage and waste
If only the dirt from yesterday
Could really crumble away

 

[Raz]

I liked the format you chose to write this Mary....this is my favourite part of the piece; it brings to mind how it's kind of necessary for things to decay as much as we might not like it..

The worms
Do fester - and flourish - and fill
In what used to be our art
Rapport - a busted rampart - and lack of reason
Routine rotting -alas rancid
The clumps decay now far apart

Ridden with rue and stain
Each cavity breaks - you - and me
The pieces plead to be in their place
The cozy canker - familiar rancor - of our conjuring ways
This is the way dirt crumbles
Through the unappeasable days