Drawn and quartered by ever-changing times.
Nothing substantial just physical from.
Human thing, withering away in the dust to dust.
Ashes became mud in soil we grow.
Hundred million years of human garbage.
Decayed, planted fertilization feces.
Time sands washed clean. Filth finally useful.
World of forgotten measures and hopes of wastes.
Dulling pains with alcohol laden soirées.
Barren synapses of deteriorating thoughts.
Learning to love the wounds of barren dread.