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Last Contact

by J. B. Hogan

Death growing swollen entrails,
fat white bodies feeding on
empty, rotting offal.

Stinking smellers,
lords of defecation,
princes of putrid trash and garbage.

Hail, maggot!
Egg-living flesh-stealer.
Hail, survivor!
Hail, indestructible one!
Eye-crawling skin-creeper,
burrower into the soul.
Last contact at the end of time.

Copyright © 2011 by J. B. Hogan

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