Orthodox Caveman

Face down where the ancient soil meets the discarded

flesh, the great stench of all that is rotten, and

forgotten, the unburied clamber into what you were,

feasting on the joy that is stolen forever, alchemy of

disgust and hatred, the unceremonious, the smell of all

final moments at once, embedded in the great beasts

flesh, the carrier of the tormented, the final journey

through the impossible, a silence so vast, that deafens

with its roaring certainty, to the unnamed places,

guarded by the ancient carrion and their minions of vomit

and pestilence.