SHI RUINAS

A poem of a deep, cryptic meaning of death.

Burned by the conviction
and the dramatic approach
Of my everlasting addiction
to the gut of the roach.

With this slimy finger I ring around my eye
I am told I am hated.
Growing with energy to bound and die
I am told I am hated.

My decaying limbs crawl upon the hill
that used to belong to the smiling farmer.
If he recognized this place now,
I’d be surprised
by the in-cognition.

I can’t even breathe anymore
while my mind is stirred about.
I cannot rig the store,
of my mind that flaps with the trout.
Because I am hated.

The shallow stone meets with the canary
upon Archaeopolis.
The tower of fornication looks at them
and mocks their decision
to hate it.

On the gloomy day the child asks the man
“why is these mounds joined with stone?”
On the gloom day
the man tells him to find out.

With this slimy finger I ring around my eye
I am judged.
I can no longer seem to scry,
why I attain this grudge.
I am judged.

With this decomposed right hand I wander to the village
where I am the source of shriek and terror.
I can’t even be human anymore.
Why is the world built this way?

Whoever let a god be second hand to humans, why?
My dead left ankle questions why this is
and why the dying never stops.
Where is the end of the tunnel?

The boy returned to the man one day
whilst he was sleeping.
He was the mere spirit of his former,
and the man shed a tear.
The boy derived the answer to the stones and mounds
and he decayed.

That canary flew to a new hemisphere today,
and it was replaced by the new born.
If I was to eat its legs
then I should savor its wings.
Because I am just like it.

Back in the village, the young woman is burden
by the larvae in her stomach
The cramps are a disturb-en
and etch in her a monolith.
She’s slimy.

With the decaying thumb, I measure
the distance of the mushroom
An intense heat is bestowed upon me
and I feel doom.
I’m ash.

With this slimy finger I ring around my eye,
I am welcomed.
Because the folk of the village and the earth cry,
I am their doom.
With the child down the street,
I am disgraceful.
I am hated.

(original work by Jake Brunton (SenpaiJake))

Author's Note

(alt. titl. “Death decays” (shi: death ruinas: decays))