In the bowels of a beast do men make merry,
Happily consumed, languid swimming; oesphaghal flumes and
Intestinal homes we furnish with half digested goods,
Lubricate ourselves with acid,
A soundless maw, and windowless belly
A bloated beast, an underworld ferry.

Rejoice as another Jonah is sundered to chaos,
Leviathan stalks the seas and my regrets until alone
And hypnotized, we are settled into an everlasting food chain.
Guttural warmth consoles and tastebuds acquire
The familiarities of decomposition.
Leave me alone I am living.