6

I stink and foul
the very goodness of creation
what beast am i
that has no sense
for what is beauty
and succulent grace
the table set, the wine breathing
i shit on your plate
and piss in your glass
drink and be settled
for nothing comes to dinner
and nothing hungers
for your peace and quiet
fear me for i am in you
waiting to destroy everything
even the thought of me is deadly
all fear is my creation
yet none are mine
what you are is me
but i am not you
whatever face you wear
i am your truest self
and when you ask Who Am I
beware the truth