I'm Fermenting Again

I'm fermenting again. 

With weeks of sedimentary activity,

I begin to fester. 

A wound that does not breathe...

But would prefer not to, 

Because it likes its own murky company. 

It revels in its own sickness. 

To find it is not a wound but now a pond teeming with life.

Attached to a dying carcass. 

But what replaces what once lived and thrived, is just as- if not more- beautiful. 

And when the microbes and maggots have their fill

these bones will bask dry in the sun- and be flushed cool by the breeze.

And all will be one again.