Solidarity With The Flesh Eating Mosaic Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Burning down the temple of Goth
Experience counts for almost nothing
She talked of experience
As she handed out candy and alcohol
This was the prep talk for those going in
To add to the high minded heroism

Cave Team Leader #1 was never seen again
Cave Team Leader #2 rolled away the stone
Cave Team Leader #3 tried to understand local dialects
Cave Team Leader #4 put a down payment on a house
Cave Team Leader #5 worked on becoming a much better person
Cave Team Leader #6 was just messing with you

These spelunkers grew up with patterns and burst of light
They don't feel trapped by a locality
They feel no pressing need for any sort of change
Underground, aboveground, makes no difference to a happy man

One with the consumer of all living things
That moves too slowly to be pierced by the human eye
Not appearing as terrible to the servants of the great growing blue patch
It's fungal in nature, all horror fiction and conformity