Hosting Yellow Fungi - Lantern

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 death 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