Beneath the coffin’s lid Within the skull Trapped in the ribcage Coursing in-scapula In worm-eaten sockets And maggot-gnawed fingertips In the dirt under toenails An essence still perseveres Face d**h and taste the fear; Just rot to feel and rot to hear The labyrinth of veins The walls of your lungs Your loin once so fruitful Your muscles and cerebra The fractured membranes The chamber in your heart’s stead This whole collapsing temple By myriad fungi devoured And faster than you drift on The foul yellow plague takes hold of you