Honor the maggot,
supreme catalyst:
he spurs the rate of change:
(all scavengers are honorable: I love them
all,
will scribble hard as I can for them)
he accelerates change
in the changeless continuum;
where the body falls completed, he sets to work:
where the spirit attains
indifference
he makes his residence:
in the egg on wing from mound
to mound he travels,
feeds, finds his wings,
after the wet-sweet of decay,
after the ant-sucked earth has drunk
the honey-fluids,
after
the veins
lie dried to streaks of tendon
inside the meat-free, illuminated skull,
lofts, saws the air, copulates in a hung
rapture
of riding, holds the sweet-clear
connection
through dual flights, male and female,
soil’s victory:
(dead cell dross transfigured
into gloss,
iridescence of complex eyes,
duck-neck purple of hairy abdomen)
O worm supreme,
transformer of bloated, breaking filesh
into colorless netted wings,
into the wills of sex and song, leaving
ash on odorless ground, the scent
of pinestraw
rising dominant from the striking sun!
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