Vernal Craving

I told you before
I can unbury your dead
Still, I’m what you crave

I will always be
Spine-tinglingly sublime,
You always forget.

Worms

The worms used to be
much more plump and beautiful.
The calm chorus wails

Soothsayers of Earth,
elegant, bright mystery:
Why did we not pay

heed to your warning?
Origins of tragedy:
now you wear the mask

of unflavored Death,
our exodus anything
but appetizing