Maggots

I have gobbled meat
Fecund with maggots, maggots
         they looked like spice-
Those vibrant threads,
Tasted like spice-
Those boisterous shreds
         bestrewn with
Sudor juiced from the sky.
Emptiness is venom
         yet, comely,
Luring us all into her nest.
My lines have fallen in horrid places,
    and

                       the maggots have burrowed there.

Spit     spilt    splits    spit
I alone have eaten defeat-
Ingested it
Digested it
I,                  we will trample defeat.