This is my third poem from the series “Derealizacja.” As you know, my last poem had a heavy subject behind it, as with the first one. However, this poem is still dark but more abstract. I centered this poem around mushrooms, decomposers that break down decaying material.
I decided to take on this topic because I wanted to challenge myself to write about something other than my internal feelings and thoughts about my life. So I had a peer recommend a subject to me, and they chose mushrooms due to their fascination with them at the time. So when I first started to write about mushrooms, I took the research approach to understand better the topic and process of mushroom decomposing. I then took keywords and ideas from my research and wrote the poem. Which I hope you enjoy.
Little Eaters
I lay bare to your
sweet psychedelic intoxication.
You creep up and glide
Your venomous tongue
Along my withering flesh for life.
You hush prayers,
Or curses of smiting
Into my bleeding ears.
Summoning me to perish,
To the afterlife with my
Decomposing lover.
Or a zombie forever
Haunting the night.
As for now you gnaw at my
skin which leaves maggots
Sucking at my marrow.
But you do not burrow;
Instead you, plague my corpse
To cover me soggy
black and blued,
Ridden with beauty
to muscles and tissues.
Nonetheless here I lie,
Captive at your will.
My skin,
Dinner for your death caps.
Goodbye to the flesh,
For now I recycle it
Back to my creator.
Earth.