OK i guess corpses

Smiles on corpses DOWN THERE

UNDER the crabgrass tops as bugs survive

holocaustic phun;

then I stopped praying

and stircrazy boredoms detonate liturgies

who eat God Dam.

What will i do now gismstained

to invent a next step or strep

in the long ded march a-dying

none-crying. . .

OK i guess

to flush down

all that there,

Stinky