Of Decadence

See them step

on this third rock

hesitant

as if trying to avoid infection

See their repulsion

and obsession

as their eyes follow bright lights

fixated, as if nailed to a cross

What life is that

vast decadence

“unto thee Jesu,

unto thee”

And feel the blood churn

inside you.

Are you not insulted?

You, that have born

of this world

and was contrived

mixing the fluids

of this thing

that demands too much

of them?

This hideous thing,

almost like a parasite

to those obsessed

with transcendence

or is it the other way around –

that these ideal beings leech

on the body of the world?