Root Rot Poem by The Poet SPIEL

the wizened tribesman
is cast off to stank
in a clammy root cellar

his prey flocking to riper landings
beyond restraint
chalking up columns of sweetmeats
and milked weeds

the diabetic cravings of fiends
musk roiling
coals seething
thawing frosted crooks
of malt barley to salt pools

but fleeting years are mapped
in scars of drool
wilting popcorn cheeks
swollen grapes oozing from his ram
the recompense of sway in hunger

and so the plunge
as radioactive trails
degrade spent brawn
his flanks of measured flocks
shunning his advances

like every raw prey shepherd
he is ordained to suck drought
from his own vapid scent

_____The Poet SPIEL