Derek R. Audette
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I once knew a man
named Dada Haiku
poetry I have ever read
but at least
his poems were always
'Shit is more!
That's my philosophy.'
he would always say
A Song For The Worms
Longer still they tear at my fetid heart
with minds that suffer like a dew draped leaf,
and through grand halls lined with bitter demur
my ersatz body is slowly produced.
In this garden of ubiquitous pain
they bear witness to this decrepit act.
I am no longer a child of the earth,
but a beast of famine who hungers not.