Crunchy Meat
Autumn breeze blows away
The crunchy misshapen disks of my childhood
Decayed from summer green
To fall crimson
The crimson fall
To the musky earth
Destined to be eaten by slimy boneless ground snakes
As we all are
From the earth we appear
To the earth we return
We are all just ticking timebombs
We are all just bags of meat
When your heart is heavy
Like meat
With the load of injustice and incompetence
Take the liberty to remind yourself
You make fabulous worm food
Likewise as the skeletons of past green shapes.
You are like a leaf
Crunchy